Remember that song? I had to look up the artist...it's Soul II Soul, for any of you who may have been interested.
Week one complete...
I am now officially a working mother. I went back to work this week And I survived.
The week leading up to the big, unhappy occasion was terrible. The anticipation of having to leave my baby was almost more than I could bear. I cried. A lot. By the weekend, I'm pretty sure J was worried for my sanity. I was one unhappy Mama.
When I woke up on Monday morning, I immediately burst into tears, and told J "I don't wanna go."
But go I did.
I wept in the car as I drove to school. Whenever anyone welcomed me back or asked how the baby was, my eyes would immediately fill to the brim with fresh tears. It was a rough day.
But I had things to do. Being away from the grind for ten weeks led to a little bit of clean-up when I returned. There were lessons to be written, an e-mail inbox to be cleaned out, correspondence to be caught up on. So I tried to say busy with these tasks.
And you know what? The time passed. And much more quickly than I had anticipated.
The second that clock hit 11:45 (yes, I only work part-time, THANK GOD), I was out the door. By 12:00, I was home. I had made it.
The mornings got easier and easier as we made our way through the week. By Tuesday, I had already stopped crying when I walked out the door. By Thursday, I was no longer crying in the car. And by week's end, I almost felt okay about going to work.
I remind myself every day that this is only temporary. That I am working right now to help get our finances in a better place so that one day I'll be able to stay at home with our child(ren). I remind myself to be thankful that I only need to work part-time, and that I am so lucky to have every afternoon with my little punkin.
I expect for things to keep getting easier as the weeks pass, however, I don't think this will ever feel natural to me. But I will do what I have to do.
Now that I've taken on the first week, and lived to tell the tale...I know I can make it.