Well. Yesterday was my first day back to work. Sigh.
Being the big girl’s blouse I am, I became a little emotional. I almost broke into tears on the morning drive! In my exaggerated state of despair, I imagined them never forgiving me, or not recognizing me at the end of the day, or worse, they become severely dehydrated. Or truthfully, did they just not really notice I was gone at all, as they were having such a good time with their Auntie Brynnee?
When I did call in to check on them, I clung to every sound they made toward the phone. When I heard Logie’s voice on the other line say a garbled ‘ma mam’ a few times, the tears welled up and after hanging up, I proceeded to inform everyone at the desk who would listen how much I miss my little men and how they said mama on the phone to me.
The thing is, when you spend every moment of every day for eleven months with someone, you become rather attached and go through a sort of withdrawal when you are apart. Eight hours is a long time to be away from your little buddies.
Then you wonder if what you’re doing at work is even important at all. I mean what’s more important than raising your babies?
But there is value to being back at work. For one, it’s good to get your feet in the door and keep your resume up to date. Second, it was fantastic to eat lunch slowly without interruption. Although I did initially find myself shoveling it in like an inmate in the habit of eating with babies around. Drinking a cup of hot tea while it is still hot feels rather marvelous as well. I also liked dressing up. Eleven months in slippers and sneakers left my toesies a bit shocked at the high heels but being able to wash my face and wear clean clothes all day was a boon.
Day two of full time work, and I’m handling it better. The babies? They don’t even seem to notice. And I guess that’s a good thing.