Back to work- Week 1

 Not the worst thing that has even happened, but not something that I'm overly joyous about. Whatever. Old news. 

Monday:

I set my alarm clock for 5:30am, 5:45am, and then finally 6:00am. As much as I don't want to go back I REFUSE to be late! So I gave myself ample time to get myself and both kids ready to go.(Except my hair...I spent the entire day looking like a Chia Pet.)  We made it out of the house a little later than I would have liked, however we were still on a positive time track. I have been dreading this day since before the baby was born, and up until I dropped the boys off I still wasn't sure of how I was going to handle it. But...I made it out tear free!! 

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It helped that Jaiden's grandma is watching the baby also, and there is no one else other than my immediate family who I trust with my kids more.. She is just simply wonderful! So I made it to work with 2 minutes to spare! I walked into the mall looking like a bag lady equipped with my large purse, shopping bag full of snacks to keep in the store..( it keeps me from splurging on a pretzel, or going to get some Cinnabon) and last but not least, my very inconspicuous black bag that contains every working aspect of my breast pump.  

 

My Not-So-Secret Pumping spot... Like my extension cord?

Now my inconspicuous pumping..Well let's not act like its a big secret. I have no private area in my store to pump besides the bathroom and the fitting rooms. So for some more comfort while pumping, of course I chose the fitting room, which results in an extension cord coming out from under the door that's plugged into a socket across the hall. The 1st day in my not-so-secret pumping spot, one of my employees tripped over the cord, and almost sent my pump and my precious white gold all over the place! Luckily thanks to my cat like reflexes, I narrowly avoided a catastrophe!

The 1st day I managed to only cry one time. Which was due to a combination of different factors. So I have to pat myself on the back with that, because I was totally expecting to lose my shit....on multiple occasions. I left right at 5 and made it to the sitters house to find my precious baby having the time of his life in the swing..We all came home and it was a pretty easy cooking night. I made a pizza. All ate well and it was a much earlier bedtime for everyone!

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Tuesday

Alarm: 5:00am, snooze. 5:30am, snooze. I wish.

I woke up on Tuesday earlier than Monday. I have weekly meetings that start at 8am so that means extra early! Yet again I had no problems when I dropped the kids off...tear free and a lot less nervous than yesterday. I had no issues with emotional outbursts at work..Except for when I tasted Chic-fil-a's coffee..That's enough to make someone cry. I was able to pump in peace on Tuesday..No almost face-plant mishaps or a flying dairy farm! Hell yea! Tuesdays are early off days for me. Since I go in earlier I get to leave earlier. So I was out by 4 and home to pick up my boys by 4:45.

I'm loving this whole new sense of I'm a working mother of 2/Wonder Woman thing so I don't forget to lay anything out for dinner, or already have an entire weeks worth of dinner planned by Sunday evening. Well that's lasted a whole few days. Today was my Ranch Parmesan chicken with sweet potatoes(my newest fave) and green beans. Tonight was another early night for us and we were all in bed by 10PM. Smart Horrible thinking.

Wednesday

Alarm: 5:45am. snooze. 6:00am, double snooze. 6:15am, SHITTTTT!

Okay so going to bed early last night, would work in my favor... one would think...Well one would think WRONG! I have not been this tired in I can't even remember how long! I could barely keep my eyes open driving to work let alone work the ENTIRE DAY! But someway, somehow I managed to make it for the whole day....

The day was good. I didn't cry today! Winning!

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 I felt this appropriately sums up my work day pump.

YESSSSSSS the unthinkable happened. I went to put my freshly pumped white gold in the refrigerator at work..and my storage bag wasn't sealed all the way!!!! I poured half of the last 30 minutes of my life onto the floor. Wahhhhhh!!!

Thursday:

DAY OFFFF! 

Today was a great break from the rest of the week! I had lunch with my old boss at the Cheesecake Factory and it was absolutely delishhh! And I spent the rest of the day catching up on snuggles with my boys! I'll tell you what, the one thing I miss the most is laying in bed or on the couch with John Henry snuggled up on me, and Jaiden laying next to me watching TV...I miss this terribly! 

Friday:

Alarm: 5:45am, snooze. 6:00am, double snooze crying baby...

I cried today. It sucked..Yesterday was just too good.

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Another work day..With less than eventful happenings. Oh yea! I spent the entire work day re-doing something that I didn't have to, due to poor communication and/or lack of understanding. At the end still not quite sure.

Saturday:

5am. Wide Awake. Alarm: 6:30am. Wide Awake. 

So today was an interesting day. John was watching baby John all by his self..All day long. A full 9+ hours. I don't know who was more nervous, me or John. However I left him my moms phone number in case of serious shit fits... I sent a few "r u ok?" texts through out the day and these are the responses I got.

J: My helper

Me: That's Cute! Is he okay?

J: Off and on he's in his swing now

Clearly when caring for a child all grammatical concerns and punctuation go out the window. Run on sentences are a must!

I called John during my lunch break and he only sounded slightly panicked..But was dealing! 

I came home to a very calm baby, and a  slightly calm husband who even though he loves his child, he was very willing to hand baby John over when I walked through the door. 

Overall he did a great job! Baby John did not end up on the front porch which is where John & my mother often threaten to leave loud, crying or not listening children. (See they are the same person!) And now he is more confident in his own capabilities. He is still trying to understand that patience is a learned trait, and not most people are born with it. 

My first week back couldn't have gone any better. I was completely overwhelmed by emotions, and was able to control my hormones a lot better than expected. I still would prefer to stay home with my babies and each full day I spend with them is only going to make it that much harder the next day. I know that there will be more tear-filled days, but at the end of the week I realized even more that I'm incredibly lucky to be able to come home to such healthy, sweet, & handsome boys everyday. And that is something that I will never take for granted.