Back to Work

I returned to work today, after a year of maternity leave. I have around 5 unpublished posts about my feelings on this, which is what always happens when something is going on that I have a lot to say about. So I'm not actually going to say a lot about it.

Only that I thought it would be much easier going back after the second child (as in: been there, done that, survived it) but in actual fact I've found it much more of a wrench. I kept waiting to feel ready to return to work, which happened at around the 9 month mark on my last maternity leave, but it just never happened. But I know that, for various reasons (money included, of course) I do want to work, so today I got myself and two children up, fed, dressed, dropped off at the childminder (kids) and on the 8.13 to London Bridge (me). And it was fine. I admit to a slight tear in the eye when I got in the car and Raffi's 'I wonder if I'm growing' song came on (I only listen to Raffi these days. Well, Raffi and MGMT).

And do you know, it wasn't so bad? I felt strangely free to be on my own - no kids attached - for such a long stretch of time. I didn't really miss them, though I was keen to get home by the end of the day. So all in all I think it is going to be okay.

Although I can't quite believe that I have to go back again tomorrow.