I have only 3 weeks until I go back to work! I know, I know, three weeks seems like a long time and longer than most of us get off at any one time. But I stopped work so long ago we've been through three seasons and are headed to a fourth. I've fully adjusted to baby-land and the world of the working seems far off.
Or maybe not. In baby-land there are forces beyond my control (Like the poopsplosions to be endured which require a full change of clothing - always when we are in a public place.) Same thing in work life whether it be crabby boss/co-workers or technical problems at inopportune moments. There will still be schedules not of my own creation - I guess there won't be that much difference between the 7am conference call and an unscheduled wake-up of a Little Guy. He pretty much refuses my attempts at a Gina Ford-style routine (hello? Two-hour nap? Where are you??)
What is different is my attitude toward going back to work. The last time I had so much anxiety about leaving Boo and felt that I was essentially wasting my time being away from him. I resented the Dilbert-life with it's human foibles stuck into boxes on a org chart and people stuck in boxes in buildings. I felt that if I was going to work it should be something worthwhile. I still feel that way, and I'm working on it in my copious spare time (ha). But I worry a lot less about leaving the Little Guys with our wonderful nounou and parenting mentor. She has been more than someone to babysit or "look after" our kids. She has become part of the parenting mix - helping us to solve problems, answer questions and even more to reinforce our values so that there is a smooth back-and-forth from one household to another during the week. I actually think now that Boo is better of with her than just with me alone.
Also, I'm back from a week-long trip with my in-laws (E was not there) which went amazingly great but I was completely exhausted at the end of it with taking care of 2 Little Guys around the clock. I am ready for adult time, even if it means enduring meaningless meetings and petty disputes in exchange for a real lunch and face-to-face chatter with other adults.
Oh? And did I tell you that I'm going back to work 3 days a week? This gives me one weekday with the Little Guys, and one day to work my new project (or at least some peace and quiet). We're scaling back a bit on expenses and trying to take the loss of income in stride, but overall I'm excited about it.
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