First Week of Work
Well…..I survived my first week of work!
A number of friends had told me that the anticipation was far worse than the actual going back. They were right. I was in floods of tears last week because I absolutely did not want to go back to work. I was completely distraught. When I also found out that I had to go on a business trip to Kansas City during my second week, the floodgates opened. I sat in a pool of tears wailing ‘I CAN’T LEAVE MY BABY!’
Then I put my big girl pants on (and lovely high heels) and just got on with it.
I tried to think of the positives of working.
- wearing high heels
- earning money (to pay for the high heels)
- having a cup of tea at my desk in complete peace, without fear of a baby waking from her nap and requiring immediate attention
- chatting and laughing with my colleagues
- going on a spur-of-the-moment trip to Banana Republic on Fifth Avenue with Berry
- carrying a handbag that is not full of baby crap (I honestly don’t know what I put in my handbag before baby)
The biggest positive of all is that I am working part-time. I have every Friday off to spend with my baby girl. It’s challenging from a work perspective to be part-time. It takes both flexibility and firm-ness on my part. But it’s totally worth it. My four day workweek flew by and I was ecstatic to come home last night knowing that I had three whole days to spend with my family.
