It’s easier to be away than it is to be home.
There, I said it. I hate that it’s true, but it is. I don’t mean it in the way you’re thinking.
I don’t mean I’d rather be out in the grown up world than at home with my baby. I don’t mean that I prefer working to changing diapers. Some people do. And that’s great. We need people who love to work and live for their jobs.
I’m just not one of them.
What I mean when I say it’s easier to be at work than it is to be home is that it’s easier to be there because I have to be there.
I’m not doing a great job of explaining myself. Here… let me try this again.
So, I’ve been back at work full-time for 2.5 days. Thursday, Friday, and now Monday. How has it been going? It’s interesting you should ask. Because I’ve just been trying to figure that out myself.
On the one hand, it’s going pretty well. Pretty well for me, that is. Well, pretty well for me in the professional sense. Emotionally, I’m a wreck. And hubby? Well, poor hubby has his hands full. Oh, and, of course, the baby! She’s been struggling, to say the least.
So, as I sit here, pumping in my designated “lactation space,” I can’t help but reflect on my new life as a working mom. Here’s how I feel it’s going so far.
All you working mamas out there, let me know if this sounds familiar, please! Am I (we–my family) alone in our struggles? AND, as always, any advice you can share is so appreciated.