Apparently, people at my company weren't using enough of their PTO enough, so "they" decided to close the office down for the week between Christmas and New Year's. This means we all have to take 4 days of mandatory PTO, which sucks, but I realized that I would have taken the time off anyway, so what's the point in crying about it?

Blah blah blah.

So I'm Home now. Since I got here this afternoon, I've taken a nap, delivered gifts, and experienced the joy of having a month-old baby girl fall asleep on my shoulder. Not just a little asleep, but dead to the world asleep, with occasional huge sighs to remind us all that this condition is temporary.

I could have stayed like that for hours.

My brother says maybe this will weaken my resolve not to have kids of my own. I countered by telling him I get all the baby time I need with his two kids.