Well, it looks like the good times are over for me. I’ve been summoned – in a few days I’ll be heading back to work so that Sara no longer has to bottle up all her feelings or post them anonymously on public bulletin boards under names like FoxyLoxy37. I do feel like I have a little negotiating power now, though, and am going to sit Sara down and talk about an every-other-day schedule rather than six times a week, sometimes seven. Also, I want family medical leave. I mean, what if I decide to have a little bloglet? So, I need to contact my people to have the paperwork drawn up and then I’m packing up and heading home. I hope the resort won’t mind a few missing bathrobes. Between you, me, and the four walls, when Sara gets the bill, I’ll just tell her I “lost” them by the pool.