I’m very eager to go back to work. I like work. I’m good at everything, and it’s pleasant to be good at everything. But I will suffer horribly because I will have to be separated from Klara. She’s still been a part of my body for longer than she hasn’t.
P.S. Caring for the baby in many ways creates the opposite image of myself than I have at work. At work, I’m elegant, calm, fast, efficient, organized, and emotionally uninvested. With Klara, I’m disheveled, covered in spit up, never managing to do anything on time, and emotionally invested.

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