Preparing To Go Back To Work

This is a big week for me. School and my new job start on Wednesday. Summer break is over and now, instead of sleeping until 10, we will all be out of bed at 5:30 and in the car by 6:30, hopefully dressed with hair combed and teeth brushed. I will work for a website that offers lessons for high school students so my target group are kids called a generation Z!

My job is to make sure all images and branding is top-notch and it’s scary in some way because I am not sure what a generation Z is all about!  who  I’ll be happy with dressed for the first couple of days. It’s going to be tough, but we’ll adjust. Eventually.

What bothers me most (aside from the ungodly hour) is taking the baby girl to daycare. None of my kids have ever been to daycare. I couldn’t bear the thought. I wanted to stay home with my kids while they still wanted me around. The baby and toddler years go by so fast and I didn’t want to miss a moment. The thought of them taking their first steps or saying their first word while at daycare was agonizing.

I’m lucky. I’ve spent the big milestone years with all five of the kids. But now it’s time to go back to work, for the good of everyone. My job is necessary for my children’s education and my sanity. I’ve been ready to go back to work for a while. It’s been 11 wonderful years staying home with babies and toddlers and I’ll miss it horribly. But I’m also excited. I know a job means bosses and maybe some co-workers I’m not crazy about, a schedule, rules, and tiredness. I’ve heard it all over the years from the employed. Sounds kind of great to me. No diapers or Spongebob Squarepants? Bring it on. Of course, I’m entering the cutthroat world of Elementary school cafeteria workers, so I may be singing a different tune in a couple of weeks. Yeah.

Going back to work might bother me more if I hadn’t found a great place to send my baby girl. I’m not sending her to a traditional daycare of 50 screaming kids/1 harried adult ratios. She’s going to an in-home daycare of 1 adult, 4 kids max. She’ll eat at a kitchen table and play in a real backyard. As expected, the finding of a great place I could afford was easy, accomplished by a few phone calls and knowing the right people. I have been amazingly blessed through all the crazy stuff that’s happened this summer. This has definitely been a summer I’ll never forget.

In preparation for my return to work and the kids return to school, I’m cleaning house. I hope to have it as close to spotless as I’m capable (I’m not the world’s greatest housekeeper. If you don’t know me, take a look at the links below to see how big of a pig I really am.) Hopefully the mere four waking hours my kids spend at home each day will make it easier to keep it that way. Though baby girl was able to accomplish this great feat in a matter of a few unsupervised minutes.
Is it any wonder I’m not all that upset about sending her to daycare?


I’d rather write my blog, read a book, or stare blankly into space than clean. So what?