It's back to work for me tomorrow morning. I haven't quite placed my finger on my emotions. I suppose I'm a little sad that I won't be able to drop everything and peek in on Mikey whenever I feel like it. I'm also a little jealous that someone else will get to spend the day with him during the week. I'm worried that I'm going to miss out on so many upcoming milestones, like rolling over, his first laugh, and all sorts of other great things.
However, all things considered, I'm feeling grateful that I have a job to return to tomorrow. There were quite a few layoffs while I was on maternity leave, so that very well might not have been the case for me. I'm also looking forward to being able to do whatever I want from 7 am to 3:30 pm tomorrow (well, whatever work I want) and not being interrupted by a dirty diaper, a hungry tummy or even a rogue pacifier.
So, tomorrow I will officially join the ranks of working mothers everywhere, and I'll enjoy converse with other working mothers, and have a bit of freedom. But, when that clock strikes 3:30, I'll be jumping in my Jeep and flying down the freeway to pick up my beloved baby.
Perhaps the hours I spend away from him during the day will make our evenings that much more meaningful?
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