Today is my last day of maternity leave; I reluctantly return to work on Monday. I really don’t know how I’m going to manage this.
It’s funny, I spent the first two weeks of leave trying not to cry because I felt overwhelmed and I wanted to get back to work and my normal life. I’ve spent the last two weeks of leave trying not to cry because I’m not ready to go back – I kind of want this to be my normal life now. Who knew seven weeks could go by so fast?
I know I’m being melodramatic, but I feel like Monday will be the beginning of me missing Kaylee’s childhood. Instead, I’ll be handing her off to strangers, who may be the first people to see her crawl, hear her first word and watch her take her first step. Despite my recent rant about people who criticize daycare, I can’t help hoping that some heretofore unknown wealthy relative will suddenly hand me enough money to pay off a few bills so I can afford to stay home.
Come on great great uncle Whoever, I could really use your help here.