So here I am. I have been back in the “day job” (after almost ten and a half months off on maternity leave) for four weeks now. It has been a rollercoaster of emotions so far, although I must say I could do with a few more happy moments…
Week One flew by. I started on the Tuesday morning incredibly apprehensive, unsure of how I was going to react once I got into my office (if I could actually get into my office… could I remember the door code?) As my bus approached my workplace I felt tears prick in my eyes:
This was it.
The end of maternity leave.
The end of my baby being a tiny baby who relies on me for everything.
That chapter is over.
A new chapter is about to unfold; I’m a working mum.
Are you sure I can’t rewind time?
The rest of the day was a blur filled with smiles, hellos and welcome backs. Surprisingly no one cracked any weight loss jokes… oh and I had a KitKat waiting for me on my desk! I even managed to remember all my passwords and the door codes. It’s a miracle!
As I left to catch my bus on the Wednesday evening I felt quite elated; I’d completed my first week back in the office. I hadn’t cried! And most people seemed happy to have me back. A warm glow of appreciation comforted me on my bus ride home, and I found myself smiling in the knowledge that I get to spend the next five days with my beautiful daughter.
Get me out of here. Please someone get me out of here.
Reality well and truly hit. I was very thankful when 6pm on Wednesday arrived and greatly glugged the large gin waiting for me at home.
Dangerous, I know.