Back at work – Where on earth did a full year go? – and thinking to myself that this whole experience is rather surreal. You wake, madly change diapers, struggle to get babies into clothes, feed them (no small feat with two), pack up, get them into shoes and jackets and get out the door. You dump them at daycare (no, not literally) and then BOOM. All of a sudden you are watching the clock, thinking about bus schedules, your lipstick, and the project you are working on at work.
You arrive at your destination, saunter into a coffee shop perhaps, and then launch brilliantly into adult-speak, discussing the politics of the day, strategies, meetings, clients, projects etc. etc. etc. You continue throughout the day, relaxed while reading, thinking, discussing and in between casually deciding what to eat for lunch (with the luxury of time and a myriad of options), and whether to meet up with a former coworker to laugh and reconnect.
Then, as the end of the workday approaches, there you are…thoughts of giggly babies seeping into your subconscious; a level of anxiousness to see your girls, laugh with them, wiggle their toes and point at birds in the sky all of a sudden more pressing than anything you are currently typing on the computer. You are lost to the workforce once again until, tired but looking forward to another work day, you awake, complete your morning routine and send your babies off to daycare.
Don’t get me wrong – it feels quite wonderful, and it will be nice to have a balance of experiences to enrich my life again, but boy – what a study in contrasts!
I’m curious how other moms did when they went back to work? I’m not super emotional about it, but I miss my girls so much as the afternoon approaches…