Live to work or work to live? I used to think I knew which one was me and I am surprised that I am questioning it a lot lately.
We are in the situation that I don't have a choice, but I never thought I would want one. If people IRL knew of these thoughts they would ask, where is Ms. Mac and what have you done with her! Wow, how life and perspective can change so quickly. Do not get me wrong. I know that stay-at-home is work-at-home and there are good days and not so good days, but home really is where my heart is these days. I feel guilty being away. I feel like I am missing out at a crucial time.
Then I think about how fortunate I am to have the job situation that I do and that I went to college for years- and years- because this
was is my dream. I worked so hard to get it. Why am I even thinking otherwise?
One thing that has been really hard is that before I became a mom, I worked a minimum of 50 hours a week there and several more at home. I have since cut back to 40 hours and am scrambling during the day to find ways to make up for those hours and not take work home. I was always one of the first cars in the parking lot and one of the last to leave. Trying to now find more balance leaves me feeling inadequate in so many areas.
These days those last thirty minutes of the work day my mind has already gone home, to those little hands that wrap around my neck and that big smile that greets me. To see what kind of day he has had. To hear "mama."
I just thought that returning from maternity leave would get- as everyone said- easier each day. It has not. Every holiday and break, it gets harder.