Today, I got back into those big girl panties, and I took Norah to work. I figure she's two and half weeks old, time for her to start earning an income.
I took her to the English Department so my colleagues could get the chance to "ohhhh" and "ahhhh" over her, which they did. She had fallen asleep in the car, so she slept the whole time we were visiting (probably for the best), so she didn't really get to appreciate all the compliments she received.
It was nice for me to visit as well. It was good to talk with some people who I haven't seen since the spring, and it was just nice being on campus (even though it was crazy busy: first week of classes means no parking and students everywhere -- trust me, they thin out over the course of a semester). I always think that fall start up is an exciting time of year to be on a college campus: Students look eager and fresh and so do the faculty. I'm a little sad to be missing it this year, but staying home right now is certainly worth it.
Anyhoo, Norah did well on the car ride to campus, and like I said, she slept while I was visiting with everyone, but then on the drive home she went from "a touch fussy" to "I just put on my cranky pants" to "Hysteria Harriet." It sucked because there was nothing I could do to soothe her since I was driving (and every red light was in a plot against me), so I just had to deal with it until I got home -- and she was a snotty, teary mess by that time -- when I could change her and feed her and get her settled down.
So, it was good to get out, but it was also good to get back home.