Ok, so your twelve months is up and you are exactly two weeks away from returning to work. The count down starts now. Palms sweating, stomach churning… I think I am getting a mini panic attack! Goodbye sleeping in and napping when baby naps. Goodbye internet shopping whenever I felt bored. Last but no least, goodbye Chuggington and Pingu; I was started to understand you a little bit. Oops, did I say I am going to miss spending time with my munchkin? Yes ma’am I am going to miss my little man. All that laughing and goofing around, going through the sleepless nights when he met different milestones and he wanted to practice in the middle of the night.
Preparation
Searching for day cares was no fun, every day care was not good enough for my son. My standards were high and I wanted the best for him. Then there were times when I did not want him to go to day care and was happy when I heard the six words “no spaces in the baby class”. Now I get the dream day care; one child is leaving town and my little man is in. I am also impressed that they have an open door policy. I can bring him in for a play before I return to work and stay with him for the whole day.
I am not feeling good about these kids, they are looking at my baby funny. I am trying to loosen up but you have no clue what it feels like when 8 babies are staring at you. Soon enough my son starts crawling and exploring. There is a big sigh from me and the rest of the babies shout out “welcome, sit down, you are one of us now”, in their God Father’s Al Pacino voice… Sorry I think I was hallucinating.
Alarm goes off at 5am and it is my first day of work. I am at work and everyone is loving me. I feel like Alicia Coutts, what a great welcome! It feels good to be back, talking to grown up people for a change.
Second week everything is downhill from now, It is like I never left! What was your experience?
In the mean time, in between time parents. Take care of that precious child and your beautiful self.