|Vintage Guinevere, around when she started inhome daycare.|
Going back to work that week was unbelievably emotional for me. I missed Guinevere the first day, but after that? I realized I LOVED being back at work. And I LOVED knowing that Guinevere was in good hands. So the emotions? Were feeling like a terrible mother for being thankful I could return to work. That mommy guilt was awful. Wasn't I supposed to be miserable without her? In agony over another woman holding her all day? Shouldn't I be hating and resenting my job? It wasn't supposed to be easy.
I quickly realized on long weekends and vacations how tough 24/7 motherhood was, and became incredibly grateful that I was able to go back to work. I love my job. I loved my daycare provided. And I LOVED my time with Guinevere that much more. Our life was good.
|Vintage Guinevere, two weeks after starting daycare.|
|Vintage Guinevere, one month after starting daycare.|
To be continued. (Not because I think this story is even remotely exciting enough for a cliff hanger, but because its after midnight, and this mama is tired, and this blog post is already super ass long. Night!)