Today is my first day back to work after almost six months of maternity leave. It’s funny how the timing corresponds with the first day of school for many kids, the day after Labor Day. It’s like I had a lovely summer vacation and have to go back to school. I definitely feel those first day of school jitters. Part of me wants to go back, but most of me wants to stay and cuddle my sweet little girl until she’s thirty.
I’m a ball of nerves.
We hired a nanny who I absolutely love, so I’m not nervous about the actual leaving her behind part. It’s the mundane day to day activities I’m sad I’m going to miss. But at the same time I’m excited to have adult conversations and be mentally stimulated (not that watching Real Housewives during nap time isn’t mentally stimulating).
Becoming a mother has literally been the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It’s also the best thing I’ve ever done. I just want to give this baby the best of everything, and I hope I’m making the right decisions for her. I’m excited to come home refreshed to see her, instead of handing her off to Jon the second he walks in the door so I can have a moment to myself.
It’s going to be okay, right?