Back to work & the 'b' word

It's Tuesday morning and I've left the house; notepad, lunch (I WILL pre-prepare and not spend a fortune), water bottle (a posh one with built in straw as that's what makes you drink more water, right?), breastpump (always tell everyone in the house when you sterilise the night before- the peanut butter knife is not welcome in the washing up bowl!) and a minor case of nerves. The kind I imagine you get the second night of performing a stage show. Not as bad as the first night because you've done it before but you know it won't be exactly the same this time around.

My first full day back at work! 

We've never exactly done things the conventional way. Lee and I aren't married (scandalous!) and after having Isabella, I was the one to return to work full time whilst Lee worked weekends. At the end of the day, you have to do what works best for your family. So, closing the front door after double checking I had everything, I knew that he would have everything relatively under control. This time around, it will be a little different as we'll both be working in the week but different hours in the hope to avoid having to fork out for childcare for as long as possible and, as an unintentional side effect, avoid each other! {insert whinge about ridiculous childcare costs for working families here}.

Look forward to receiving these again!

I'd say I was fairly lucky to enjoy what I do. It'd be a lie to say everyday was sunshine and rainbows but what job is? I'm not officially back until mid July but hoping that by doing a few days here and there in the lead up to it will make it easier to get back into the swing of things!

And how did it go? Like I'd never been away. The usual phone calls, the occasional swear word, and the same arguments over the office playlist. The only added hurdle was subtly trying to excuse myself from my desk to pump. Working in an office with predominantly male colleagues made this great fun and after my strategically long pause "I just need to go and errr......" was met only with a raised eyebrow, I got straight to the point "use my breastpump". Cue mutual feelings of awkwardness and embarrassment at a mention of the 'b' word!

I met Lee after work at the swimming pool for Isabella's lesson to find that his day had in fact been, quote, 'easy'.

Now, I absolutely did not want the day to go badly for anyone. The thought of Florence being upset without me is heartbreaking but equally, is it bad that I at least hoped he'd find the day challenging?! Two school runs (on time), quite a few dirty nappies, messy mushy veg dinner, some crying and the logistics of holding a baby whilst changing a 5 year old into a swimming costume. I mean really, thats some feat! Definitely not to be sniffed at.

We all finally made it home just before 7 after a few moans of 'I'm too tired to walk, my legs don't work'- and that was just me! After 8 months away from work, I was sooo tired. Granted, Florence is still up every 2 hours or so. This back to work business is going to take some adjusting but I can go back safe in the knowledge that everything is ok. (Until they get ill, I mean, that's a whole different kettle of fish. Jokes- he'll be fine...)