I’m in the midst of a transition from part-time administrative assistant to full-time homemaker. First I must say that I LOVE MY DAUGHTER, she’s my joy and delight and I’m incredibly blessed to spend my days with her. Nonetheless, this transition is a bit of a challenge and it’s pulling on my heart some tonight. Tonight I began missing my office. I miss the daily discussions with my coworkers. I miss knowing what’s going on both within the office and within the church. I miss the satisfaction of working five hours each day and mentally calculating my monetary earnings. I miss the organization (don’t laugh, the Zion office does have *some* organization!) of my desk, this posted here and that filed there. I just miss it. My home right now feels like the opposite of my sentimental office longings… There’s baby stuff, Becca stuff, Jeremy stuff everywhere. Here stuff, there stuff, everywhere stuff-stuff. Old McTredway had a house—E-I-E-I-O. My tasks seem never-ending and unrewarding at times. What? Another dish is dirty? Didn’t I just wash that dish??? Huh? A bag of Doritos in the bathroom and baby socks on the stairs? How’d they get there? When Jeremy comes home at the end of the day and I try to give him a synopsis of my doings, I’m left with very little to talk about. The mental calculations add up to: fed Livia, diapered Livia and generally kept Livia happy. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE LIVIA and would sacrifice my body to wild wolves in order to keep her tummy full, bottom clean and a smile on her adorable face. That’s not the point. The point is that I’m experiencing some change in my life and I’ve never been one to eagerly embrace change. I miss the office. Things just seemed easier there.