I go back to work on Monday. (Sigh.)
While I’ve been working here and there throughout my entire leave, I haven’t been in the office. I’ve gone in for a meeting; I’ve been on email; I’ve taken a phone call (or 15). But Monday morning, bright and early, I go in for an entire day.
It’ll be different. I negotiated part-time, 3 days a week. So Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays, I’ll be in the office. Wednesdays and Fridays will be me and the kids.
At the end of the month, the Bug will stop going to daycare. I am excited to be home with him two days a week, but am also heartbroken to leave his school. The teachers and staff there are wonderful and he has so many little friends. I know he’ll be fine. I know that we’ll see his friends again and that I’ll plan play dates and activities, but it still hurts.It’s the end of an era of sorts.
I am a mix of emotions. When I went back to work with the Bug, I expected tons of tears, but after the first day, I was fine. I missed him fiercely but thrived being back in a working, adult environment. But it was hard. Very hard. He was in bed by 7:30 and getting home at 6 left very little time to spend with him.
This time is harder. I worry about giving both kids enough time. I worry about not being there during pivotal moments. I worry about a lot of things.
But alas, here I go.
Back to the creativity. Back to the brainstorming. Back to the excitement. Back to the insanity.
Wish me luck.