I’ve just finished my second week back at full time work
since Seth was born nearly two years ago. So far, it has been awful. Forget all that pie-in-the-sky talk about how
I will work to support us while Tim will stay at home caring for our son and it
will all be fine and dandy. Turns out
it’s not that rosy when it comes time to actually swap roles and
responsibilities.
The first day of work was the worst. For a pretty unemotional person, I was almost
in tears leaving home at 8am, kissing my son goodbye and knowing I was no
longer his primary care giver. Are all
working mothers evil and insane?, I thought. Because that’s what I felt like.
