After being a stay-at-home mother for the last four years, I agreed to help an old friend out and return to work temporarily. I began working for Bruce in 1998, and after taking maternity leave in 2002 I have kept in close contact with him. Turns out his employee up and quit on him at the beginning of the week, leaving him in a bind.
So, this morning I got up early, took a shower, skipped over the jeans and put on my best "corporate clothes" (of which I may have all of three outfits), put make-up on, got my daughter up early, fed her, packed her lunch for pre-school and dropped her off at my neighbors house. This is all before 8 a.m. I then drove to work, walked through the front door and felt like I had entered the "Twilight Zone." Same office, some of the same people. Truly bizarre. I will be working for part of next week also.
Today has been a learning experience for me. When the going gets tough at home (and it does get tough with an opinionated and energetic four year old), I sometimes contemplate what it would be like to go back to work. All I know now is that I am tired, cranky and just can't wait to crawl into bed. Looks like staying at home is what I do best.