Back To Work

 Last week I went back to work.

I haven't written about it because I think I am in denial.

Summer is not over.

School is not starting.

My boys will stay little forever.

The End.




But no.  I'm working.  Every weekday.  At a job that I love, leaving behind two boys that I love even more.

And it's hard.  It's really, really hard.

Walking out the door is the most difficult thing I do each day.  My boys hate to see me go.  They cry, and reach for me.  And pull on my hands.  They know I'm leaving before I say goodbye.  I scoop each one up to hug and kiss and snuggle before I go, and every time I do, they start to wave bye bye.  But when I go to put them down they get mad.  Mad, mad, mad.  Because they love their mommy and they don't want me to leave.

It's actually a really healthy sign of attachment.  That part makes me feel good.  And their grandpa does such a wonderful job with them, and they have so much fun with him.  And while I walk to the car, the boys stand in the window and wave to me.

After I get out the door, its okay.

I turn up the music on the way to work.  I'm busy, busy from the moment I walk in the door at school.  My job in incredible, and rewarding, and perfect, so I enjoy every minute of it.  And then its time to go home, and I can't wait to get home to my sweet peas.  


It's hard to work full time.

But I love my job, and I love coming home to my amazing family.  And I love those boys with every ounce of my heart.  Every. Ounce.

So it's going to be okay.

And how can it not be with these boys to come home to?