I have at least three posts I’ve started since I went back to work. None of them are finished, and I doubt they will be.
I am back. I missed it. No really, I did. M is so much happier in school (daycare). H is getting in to the swing of things, drinking all I can pump, sleeping well when she gets home, sleeping better every day at school.
I like my job. I am lucky to be returning to some new responsibilities. The kind of growth and change that makes coming in to work really fun. I like work. I like being outside the home. I refuse to justify it.
I am sick to death of having to justify my working outside the home. I am disgusted that it seems that the ones I have to justify it the most to are the other women who work. Haven’t we all moved past this?
I am happy. I am in the best place for me, my family, my friendships. So now anyone who feels differently can shove it up their…
The baby, will do great with it, and it won’t be because “she won’t know anything different”. No, she will do great with it because she will have a mom who is happy, fulfilled, and ready to give her all she has when she gets home with no resentment or frustration. She has a mom who leaves her desk two to three times a day to impersonate a cow so she can get the best nutrition possible. A mom who actually looks forward to the 4 AM feeding. From the slight nuzzles at my breast to wake me up, to the cooing before she latches on and falls back asleep while she eats. I am not bothered by filling bottles and packing lunches so I can eat at my desk to make time to pump. I do not mind it at all because I am happy. I get it all. I get a good job that I love, the ability to swear freely, and I get the best of my kids while giving them the best. A mom who is happy.
I am done lying and saying I do it for the health insurance, or the preschool, or anything else. I do it because I want to. We all have choices, and I’m not going to question that garish thing you call clothing, so leave my being a working mom alone.