Well, its official – I’m a working mother. I’m no longer a SAHM or a WAHM. I set an alarm for 5:50am, shower, get ready, spend a little snuggle time with my boy and out the door I go for eight hours. In that department, its been miserable. I loathe the fact that I am not the one taking care of my child all day. That is what a mother is supposed to be doing: raising her children. She shouldn’t be away from them everyday, handing them over to someone else to do the work. Sorry, that just isn’t how it should be. But, for me, its what it is.
I did make it through the first day with no tears, they actually held out for day number two. I think I was sort of in a daze that first day and was preoccupied with hand shakes and outfits, but day two it sunk in. I miss him.
In terms of work itself though, its great. Everyone has been wonderful, nice, open and I’m working for what I consider a really great government initiative for ending the war in Afghanistan. I don’t feel comfortable talking openly about who or what I work for but my days should be exciting. Its taking a while to get into the swing of things and I’ve been occupied with in-processing paperwork, I-9’s, insurance elections and Welcome to The Company! pamphlets.
My time for blogging is nowhere to be found, much like my time for basically anything. So the ‘ole blog may look a bit neglected, but I’m still here, just working through life trying to find my new normal. But don’t worry, my sweetheart’s face can’t go long without popping up here.
I don’t know how the working mom’s do it, but I hope to figure out the secret very soon. Suggestions?