I can’t believe that in just under 2 weeks, I will be back at work. This year has gone by so incredibly fast. My baby O will soon be Mr. O and no longer a baby. I’m still in shock that my (not-so) little boy was once an 8lb 14oz bundle of pudge and is now a 20lb crawling, babbling, quasi-independent boy. It is a very bittersweet time for me.
I have to admit that part of me is eager to get back to work, to be among adults and where the conversation won’t routinely be about boogers and poo. I long for a few moments to myself, freedom to leave a room without little feet trailing close behind me and to wear clothes that are neither sweats, nor covered in various degrees of baby drool, food (mine and his…) and miscellaneous crusty areas that have yet to be defined.
Then there is the part of me that longs for pj days, curling up on the couch with a fuzzy head on either side of me while reading books and random dance-offs where everybody is a winner.
And such is the dilemma of this particular working mama. I long for both the simplicity of a day spent playing, breaking up fights and kissing owie’s and yet desire the complexities of tight deadlines, subjective decision-making and leaving the house with my hair brushed.
Either way and regardless of my desires, in just under 2 weeks, I will be embarking on an adventure of getting two kids dressed, fed and off to daycare, fighting through traffic to get to work and re-acquainting myself with a job I’ve thought very little about over the past year.
Remind me to pack some Motrin on those first days back…I have a feeling my head will need it.
How do you handle change? Do you look forward to them or dread it until you’ve learned to adapt? What’s your best coping strategy?