So, here I sit, the night before my first day back to work after 11 months of maternity leave.
Yes, I am going back early... partly to help out my boss, and partly to help out my bank account.
Okay, I’ll go ahead and say it... it sucks. I’m not looking forward to it, I’m not excited, and I’m am not looking forward to seeing anyone.
Please, don’t get the wrong idea. I actually have a decent job working for a great company, and my co-workers are very nice people, but given the choice of spending 8 hours with them or 8 hours with my family, I will always choose the latter.
I have spent the last 11 months trying to find ways to avoid going back at all. Alas, I have not won the lottery... yet.
For 11 months, I have been here for family dinners, I have made it to sporting events, I have spent every waking hour with my baby girl. I’ve spent more time with my parents, more time with Tom’s parents and had lunch dates with friends.
Those days are over.
Thankfully, my baby will be going to my mother-in-laws house, so I don’t have to be concerned with leaving her with a stranger. My 5-year old will be with my mom on her off days, so I know she is in good hands. My husband is wonderful with babies, so there is no issue there either.
Really, there is no reason for me to be concerned... but I will be. If you are a mother, you understand... no-one can do it as well as we can, right? (That’s what we like to think)
I don’t think that I could write a blog long enough to cover all of the emotions that go along with this event. They run the gamut from fear to sadness to even a teensy bit of liberation since I will have much more freedom to do things now.
I will let you know how this roller coaster ride ends.