Today was my first day back at work. I’ve been asked all day, “How are you feeling?” And then I get the weirdest looks when I answer, “Oh, I’m fine!” in a cheerful tone of voice. I know what they’re expecting. I’ve heard them all year from my friends who head to work after maternity leave. And honestly, if my husband wasn’t the world’s best daddy, you would hear the same thing from me.
Today was horrible.
I know you’re thinking, “But you just said you were fine!?”
Today was horrible, but the best part was leaving my baby. (Now I am really not going to win Mom of the Year…)
Going back in a classroom that hasn’t been your own for three months is tough. Those kids are mine. These things are mine. That desk is mine. But why is everything all out-of-place? Why do the desks have all this junk in them? Why is my desk so tidy? (haha) Worst of all: why am I having to remind my kids what I expect?
Oh, I know the answer to that… And I keep telling myself, it’s not that you’ve been gone–it’s that summer is right around the corner!! (34 work days left…)
And then there was the pumping breast milk while sitting on a child-size chair in a closet where things have been “stored” for the last 8 months. Let me tell ya, nothing says, “Come on, let-down!” like staring at all of the things you need to clean, get rid of, and organize.
On the to-do list for tomorrow: Block the vent at the bottom of the door. Apparently, the teacher spending 20 minutes in a closet makes second graders pretty curious.