See prior Max posts here!
I had Max’s three months marked on my calendar (AS IF I’D EVER FORGET) and leading up to today, I kept seeing the date looming ahead, so far out of reach. It seemed much too far away, like when will I have a three month old baby? Because some days I feel like he’s way older and some days I still find myself handling him so delicately, like he’ll break at any moment. Either way, he’s definitely a hefty little dude and here we are at the three month mark, just like that.
So I went back to work last week. I had mixed emotions leading up to the day, mostly because when you say 12 weeks of FMLA I translate that to three months, but May and July hate me and have 31 days and there are some 5-week months thrown in there so 12 weeks fell a week earlier that I calculated, you following? I was enjoying time with the boy and also not having a solid 8am obligation other than a diaper change and so my return to work date just crept in there and made me question life.
And then I marveled at how dramatic I can be.
Everyone I’ve run into has met me with sympathetic eyes and knowing smiles because yes, it’s hard to leave your young behind, even if he is snug with his dad who makes my life easy with his very accommodating work schedule. I’ve been asked if I’m okay and, well, may I be frank? I’m more than okay. I questioned whether that makes me a kinda sorta bad parent and I think that no, no it doesn’t. The truth is that I love my son beyond comprehension, but it’s so much work staying home all the time with him and much too easy to go a little stir crazy.
Word to the wise: if you plan on having kids, you’re better off not having a two story home. #firstworldproblems