Sooo… yeah. I survived my first week back to work. Kind of. I mean, I managed to actually make it to work 4 days in a row. Not in any kind of timely manner or anything. There was also working. And also staring a computer thinking about working. So I consider that a success, but I’ve also given myself a little room to improve.
The first day was a disaster. I expected Dan to wake me up after he showered. However, Dan thought I was awake (nope, dead to the world asleep). So that didn’t end well. Instead I woke up at 7:30 when the kids came in to say goodbye. Umm say what? I made them stick around until I took the quickest shower possible.
After that it only took me another hour and a half to leave my house. There’s a black hole of time that occurs when you have a baby. I have no idea what took me so long (and is still taking me so long!) to get out of my house, but I wasn’t just sitting around eating bon bons are anything.
Daycare drop off was hard. Is still hard. Every day. Were you expecting me to say it was fun? Thankfully, Evan is going to the same home daycare that Livie went to when she was a baby. It’s easier when you know the provider and consider her a friend. But yeah, it’s still pretty hard. Especially when this face is so cute and smushy…
I have to say I’m very thankful that my boss is a) a mom and b) knows what it’s like to return after an extended absence, so she wrote me a really nice email welcoming me back last week. There wasn’t a lot of pressure to get in at any specific time and while I have things to work on, there aren’t any massive or looming deadlines. Of course, that also makes me think “Damn, I could have taken another month.” but then I check my bank account and I think, “Damn, I really like my paycheck.” I also REALLLY like shopping. And I kinda actually do like my job.
So, I’m slowly getting back into work. The first day everything seemed foreign to me. I feel lucky that I remembered my computer login (it helped that I had to log in and sign my time sheet each week)! By day three I was remembered projects specifics and I got all of my projects back. Which…is a good thing?
My motto. Not really.
Honestly, anything that keeps me busy at work is a good thing. If not, I sit around and think, “WHY AM I HERE???”
Also helping my return is knowing that Dan will be home with the little guy on Wednesdays. We met for lunch this Wednesday and it’s amazing how just seeing this little face can make my day.
Don’t focus on the hot mess that is me, focus in on the cute baby.
I do feel like most of my day is spent pumping. Truthfully, it’s only about and hour of my day, but it feels all-consuming and like it interferes with other parts of my life. Like leaving the house. Right now I’m pumping 4 times a day. Once in the morning after E eats/before I leave, and 3 times at work. At some point I will transition to pumping twice at work, but right now I want to make sure I am keeping up with E’s growing demand. And, SURPRISE!, that boy can eat.
I’m also pretty thankful that the rest of my family is tolerating me during this transition time. The kids have been as patient as possible (although, B is not super excited that I am now picking him up from camp – ha ha) and Dan has only rolled his eyes at me twice. To my face.
E has been adjusting to everything as well. For the most part, he’s taken all of the changes like a champ, although he is fighting sleep a little more than usual at bedtime…
What up, yo. I should be sleeping.
Mommy time is more important than sleep. Even if she’s sweaty.
However, once he’s out he usually gives me a good 6-7 hour stretch of sleep – which is really nice! I am TRYING to get in bed no more than an hour later so I can get a big chunk of sleep before he wakes up to eat (he gets up once or twice), but the reality is that I rarely go to bed before 11. Which means I’m tired.
The worst part about being tired is it cuts down on my ability to have complete thoughts and the ability to talk to other people.
I’m also on a forgetful streak. I haven’t forgotten where I live or my kids or anything, but I did completely forget my cooler of milk (aka liquid gold) on my desk tonight. I planned on driving back up to work after the kids were in bed to get it, but thankfully my boss emailed me and she was still at work and she saved me the trip by putting it back in the fridge. I’m pretty sure I’d forget my head if weren’t attached.
But in the end, I made it. I survived the week and now I have three days to recover. Or drink a lot. Or what I really want to do right now… sleep.
If you need me…Zzzzzzzz.