We made it! I’ve got the Friday feeling for the first time in nearly ten months – and boy does it feel good!
Granted my Friday now involves picking up a Little Lady from nursery and heading home. As opposed to picking up the hubby and heading to the pub.
But what the hell. The fact is I’d been out the house by myself for nearly eight hours. Me Time 🙂
Well, the one thing I’ve learnt from my experience in my first week back to work is:
Packing bags and laying out clothes the night before equates to a smooth running morning.
Alarm goes off – jump in the shower. Snaffle a banana while I do my hair and make-up. Throw my clothes on. Get Ella dressed and then go go go!
All Christmas Ella was up about 6.15. Bloomin typical.
What does she do on the first day?
So you can imagine my horror as I tapped her lightly to wake her up. Pulling that wincey face as I braced myself for huffy tears.
In the car off to work with my bag (yippee, I actually have my own bag. Although I need a new one desperately. Waiting to earn myself some pennies first) her bag and I even managed to pack a gym bag. Go me.
Arrive at nursery at just after 7am (Ella is there everyday from 7. Her finishing times vary between 1pm and 3pm. Pickups are shared amongst me and the family).
For those of you who have been reading my blog, you’ll be well aware how I wanted to go back full time. And how much I was really looking forward to going back to work (I never shut up abooot it).
Although I’m on a phased return at the moment, I’m still happy with my decision.
In fact, I’m so much happier all round.
For the first time in ten months I feel like ME again. The variety of going to work and slotting a few gym sessions around my phased hours has instantly made me a happier, nicer human being.
Although the snatched gym sessions are just a brucey bonus at the moment. Come full steam ahead I’m going to have to factor them into my evening time.
I’m not going to lie and I think it was blatantly obvious. I didn’t really enjoy being off with a baby. Gasp. Or does that sound too harsh?? It wasn’t healthy for either of us and this proves it:
Ella was never a snuggly baby and was so used to my presence that being with me was never a big deal.
Everyday this week I’ve had lots of snuggles, she crawls over to me and onto my lap, plays with my hair and sits on my knee. She pulls at my face and has lent in a few times for some kisses.
Likewise when I’ve walked into nursery and seen that unreal smile. A smile that lights up her excited little face while her arms and legs flail about. You can’t buy that feeling in a bottle.
Surprisingly there were no tears from either of us on the first day. I think we were both looking forward to our new ventures.
And she’s thoroughly entertained at nursery. Which is what I wanted and I knew she would be. They give her far more than I could ever give and I feel like she’s grown loads in the space of a week.
It wears her out.
The afternoon nap-time-battle seems to be slacking. In fact, she had one at 2pm today. 2pm. On my watch by 4pm I was stomping the beach front with the pram willing her to drop off. Selfishly so I could go back for a cuppa in peace obvs.
By bath time she’s rubbing her eyes and come bed time she’s passed out as soon as she’s tucked in (by daddy – the super-tuckerer-inner).
I’m on a roll.
I feel productive, organised, satisfied, motivated.
I feel like a superwoman.
My brain is gradually coming back to life. Granted my heads all over the place trying to work out where I need to be. But it’s nothing a good diary system at work and home isn’t sorting out.
Plus I’m learning a new job too. So the days are flying by. Dare I admit that I don’t even miss her??
Wait – that sounds harsh.
Of course I’m aware when she’s not around but I don’t get a chance to think about it as I’m so distracted. But it’s been healthy for me.
One day she’ll go to school five days a week so I wouldn’t see her then anyway. I think of it logically and that this is just good prep for those days.
What I said in T’was The Night Before … Returning To Work After Maternity is all true.
I’ve thoroughly enjoyed and appreciated tea, bath and bed time. A time I’d come to despise when I was off alone with her.
I’ve said it before and I’ve said it again. Happy mama equals happy baba.
I don’t want readers to feel like I’m preachy about this. Everyone’s family and circumstances are different. But if you’re considering a family and are very career orientated, I just wanted to reassure you.
That you can still be a good mam, in my case I already feel like a better mam, by going back to work. Hell I was even dancing around the kitchen to ‘Kids’ by One Republic with the Little Lady in my arms Wednesday tea time.
Throwing our heads back, laughing as I balanced her on my hip while marching up and down the room tango-style.
It’s a sight my OH came home to. And I’m sure he’ll agree. It was a much better one than having a baby thrown at him.
Happy Wife – Happy Life.
Love Missuswolf xxx