So, I've been back at work for four days, now. Two last week, two this week. It was easy last week. It's a little harder this week. I think it's the "third day" principle, broken up by the weekend, but still looming.
This is something I was introduced to in backpacking. The third day is always the worst. You can put up with anything for a weekend, but the third day is the point where the body's easy-to-get reserves have been tapped, and it sets in that this event is not going to stop soon.
Knowing that this is coming doesn't mean that I don't find my heart aching when I talk to
anher during a break and learn that the werecub is having a bad morning. I want to be there to comfort the baby and give daddy a rest. I have to remind myself that what I'm doing is important, too.
And I miss them both during the day.
But this is what I get to do for the baby. I earn money and have insurance for the family. I pump milk for him.
anher gets money by doing school, also laying groundwork for our future. And in the evenings, I get to hold the werecub and give my husband a little time for himself. At work I have to focus on work, to do a good job. At home, I can focus on my family.
I love having this family.