After thirteen months of maternity leave I returned to work this week.
Thankfully, I have been able to return to work part-time, working Monday to Wednesday.
Day one was good. I was able to leave the Squishy with his Dad. I never worry when he's with his Dad because I know he is happy.
|The birthday boy on his birthday bike|
Day three, I was dreading. It was the Squishy's first birthday and I was not going to be there. With a dull ache in my chest for the want of my boy, I went to work and what a blessing, the workplace twat did not show up - small mercies!
I now predict that Thursday will be my favourite day of the week, because it means the start of four days at home with my little man.
I think my child has ruined me for the world, for a short time anyway. My life and priorities have changed. My family are my happy place and it's where I want to invest my time and energy.
I have a grand plan. I'm going to win the $30 million lottery this weekend. Once the cheque is in the mail, I'll be handing in my notice. Work, consider this my pre-notice, my plan is fool proof.
Everyone tells me it will get easier, that the dull ache will subside. I hope so, but I hope more to win the lottery.