My Working Mom Confession

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.

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Working Mama: Update

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.

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My First Weekend As A Working Mom

This weekend was my first weekend since being back at work. Man! Weekends as a working mom are very different from the weekends I’ve had throughout the rest of my life.

No staying up late with wine, pizza, and Netflix. No staying in bed all day Saturday. No relaxing Sunday curled up with a book.

Nope. My weekends are now split between playing catch up with the housework and (more importantly) catching up on snuggle time with my baby girl!

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(Almost) Working Mama

I’ve been back at work for a total of 12 hours. Twelve hours accumulated over three days spread out across a week and a half. It’s not a lot, I know. I’m transitioning back to work slowly. I’ll be going back full time in the beginning of May.

But, still! I hate being away from my baby. Twelve hours might as well be 12,000! The prospect of being gone ten hours a day, five days a week is weighing on me big time.

I’m not worried about how she’ll handle it. She has her daddy who will be staying home with her. She’ll be fine.

I’m worried about me!

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Hi-ho, Hi-ho, It’s Back to Work I Go

Well, I’m starting back to work today after 8 weeks of maternity leave. I’m not going back full-time. I’m not even going back part-time, for that matter. I’m going back… let’s call it one-eighth time.

I’m easing myself in before going back full time in a couple weeks. And, even though it’s only for four hours, I’m dreading being away from my baby girl.

How do you workin’ mamas do it? I’m sure I’ll settle into a routine. And, it might even be nice being out of the house and having adult conversations again. But, for now, as I’m sitting here sipping my coffee and watching my baby girl play with her dad as they prepare for their first morning alone together, I’m sad.

On a positive note, isn’t she so adorable in her little “hangin’ with my daddy” onesie which is just perfect for the occasion?