|I wanted to be like Angela Chase from My So Called Life.|
I wasn't good at leaning.
On the eve of the first day of my new job, I've already laid out my first day of work outfit, packed my first day of work lunch, set aside my favorite mug for the first day of work coffee, and cleaned out my car for the first day of work commute. I am so ready for this.
No, I'm not.
Even though I spent the last year looking for outside employment, I've really enjoyed being at home. It's been my job for three and a half years. I started off as a working mom when S was born and I did fairly well with the balancing act, but I've fallen in love with the home mom job. The original plan was for me to stay with B from birth until she started Pre-K in August this year. Once both kids were in school full time, I could go back to work. The Hub and I put ourselves on a ridiculously tight budget and hunkered down. Over the past three and a half years, The Hub changed jobs twice, we had to replace a hot water tank and both toilets, we brought on two pets, and survived numerous other money pit situations. We went without family vacations and fancy electronic equipment. I became a coupon clipper and I've grown quite fond of generic brand coffee. The Hub and I rarely went out. But, after all this time, the struggle and hoping that nothing else would fall apart before my stay at home time was up, I truly enjoyed the experience. I found myself. I discovered some hidden talents. I tell some amazing bedtime stories. I have a flair for organizing. I learned how to cook. I found that I can go for the long haul on half a tank. I started writing again. I started this blog. I learned to be comfortable in my own skin without wearing make-up. I could actually go three days without a shower. I am good at making due with what I have.
Over the last year, we realized that B needed to be around other kids and we were tired of living on the lean. Not to mention, the kids are both going through growth spurts. They're eating us out of house and home and out growing their clothes faster than our budget allows. Besides, I'd really like to take a real vacation and actually make my home look like my "Design Inspiration" board on Pinterest. That all takes money. I am grateful that this new job fell into my lap. I know I'm extremely lucky for this opportunity. But, still... I am nervous about the change. And a little sad.
Since I've played both roles, I feel that I know both sides to the story... the pros and cons, so to speak. Obviously, a big pro is the extra paycheck. Since I'm not in high school anymore, I need a new thing to contemplate the night before the first day. Here is a list of pros and cons of going back to work.
- While at work, I will be called by my real name. I am not required to answer to mommy, mom, mama, or ma.
- My co-workers are responsible for their own lunches, tying their own shoes, and putting on their own coats.
- I will not have to wipe another person's butt or nose for eight hours a day, five days a week.
- No one will bang on the door and cry while I'm in the bathroom.
- I can listen to my music while in the car twice a day.
- No cartoons.
- I can say T.G.I.F. again and mean it.
- I can carry on an adult conversation without having to stop to let the dog out or yell at a kid for writing on the walls.
- B will be in daycare. (Insert evil laugh here)
- I won't have to share my computer so someone else can play Nick Jr. games.
- I'm not the boss.
- No farting, belching, or scratching while at work.
- Yoga pants and pajamas are not appropriate work attire.
- Hiding in the closet to eat a chocolate bar is frowned upon... maybe that should go into the pro column.
- I'll have to put on a bra before 7:00 A.M. and keep it on until after 4 P.M.
- No naps.
- A swish of coffee is no longer an acceptable form of mouthwash.
- No eating the leftovers off of co-workers' plates.
- A scoop of peanut butter on a spoon, a handful of goldfish crackers, and a juice box is not a professional grown up lunch.
- No surfing the web for funny pictures of cats.
- I cannot end an inter-office disagreement with "because I said so, that's why!"
- If a co-worker makes me mad, I cannot send him or her to timeout.
- I won't do the "Yay! The kids go back to school tomorrow!" dance on Sunday nights. It will now be the "Awwww, I have to go back to work tomorrow" sulk.
- I'll have to leave the house on rainy days, extra cold days, and bloated days.
- I'll miss the little buggers.
- I'm not the boss.