I wish I could say I was cheerfully whistling my way to work each day, but that just isn’t the case. I’ve found it rather difficult getting back into the swing of getting up early, showering in the morning, changing out of my pjs before noon, and wearing a bra practically all day long. Having worked at home for the last three years, going back out into public each day to be pinned to a desk to accommodate someone’s else schedule sucks.
But, I have affordable, not-gonna-wipe-out-my-life-savings insurance! And that makes it worth it. At least, that’s what I tell myself as I talk my tired body out of bed each morning.
I’m on week 5 working in a brand-new industry way outside my comfort zone. It is a sterile environment, and my obnoxiously loud laughter does not fit in well. Insurance, Lesley, insurance.
It has been quite the adjustment to our schedules, and Story is handling it better than I am. Luckily, she is a go-with-the-flow kinda kid. I, on the other hand, am forgetting everything, can barely get dinner made before bedtime, and am sending Story to school in dirty socks. How did I ever do this before? And when Story was so less independent?
So that I’m not crucified for having a pity party (though, I freely admit I am), I do have to say that having the security of a solid, regular paycheck and, oh yeah, insurance(!) is the relief of a stress I didn’t know I was carrying. While I feel like I’m away from Story for more time during the day, I have weekends to devote to her, as this is a job I can leave at work. And I certainly have no right to complain as there are more severe problems than having a job. Yes, this is all true, but right now, I’m giving myself permission to whine. We moms deserve that from time to time!