Time Warp
So... um... I'm kinda working. My old boss from the Bank of Holland called me earlier last week and said that they were totally swamped and needed help and was wondering if I would be able to help out for a little while. So... I made a few calls, sent out a few emails, and figured out a way to have Kayla taken care of 2 days a week for the next 6 weeks. I started this past Friday, just working for 3 hours, and will start working full days on Wednesday's and Friday's this week. WEIRD! Very weird.
I'm actually really excited about this opportunity. I mean, it's only short term, so there's no major commitment I'm making. If I hate it, it will be over in 6 weeks. If I love it, then maybe I can continue to help out in the future when/if they need help. I have said before that I don't regret for one minute my decision to stay home. And I stick by that. There is NO WAY I could have left her like this when she was 3 months old. I just couldn't do it. I didn't know that I wouldn’t be able to do it, but when the time came, I just couldn't. She was so needy and nursing so often that it seemed more trouble than it was worth. But now she is less needy and we don't nurse during the day, so some of those logistics are much easier to think about working. So, for what it's worth, the United States has TERRIBLE maternity leave policies. Some countries allow you to take a year off, and maybe I would have chosen differently after a year. Maybe not. Who knows!
But anyway, my first time back was a bit bizarre. Some things have changed, but mostly things stayed the same. I feel like I stepped into a time warp. It's hard to believe that I've been gone almost a year and a half. It seemed like I've just come back from a long vacation or something! Granted I was only there for 3 hours, and I didn't do a whole lot, but things came back as though I have been doing it all along, so that was nice.
We'll see how working a full day goes. I haven't really ever been away from Kayla for that long of a stretch. And I'm sure that it will be fine... that she'll be fine... that I'll be fine. That is what I keep telling myself! No, seriously, I think it will go well. It's only 6 weeks long and I think it will be a nice change of pace for me, and hopefully also for her. Hopefully it makes me appreciate her more and have more patience for her on the days that we are together. I'll keep everyone posted on how things go. But if you think about it, pray for us!!