So after five years of having nothing better to do than wipe noses, execute elaborate calendar arrangements for playdates and dance classes and tae kwon do and the three ring circus, I've rejoined the workforce.
A few observations:
- Nothing I have looks right on me (someone please explain this to my husband.) Either the fit is just *all* wrong, the styling is whatever is beyond "hopelessly out of date", the quality is ick (usually with the fit being wrong and the style being out-of-date) the color too dull, the color too brash, the shoes too pointy, not pointy enough, you name it. Hello first paycheck, meet the credit card bill!
- Driving 55 miles each way to go into the office is kind of a pain in the rear. Thankfully remote work is appreciated/respected/prized/welcomed at this client site. Phew.
- On that subject, it used to be that you had to justify your reasons for telecommuting. Even if you weren't actually questioned on them, you needed to be prepared for how to answer questions about just *why* you weren't in the office on any particular day. That era seems to have passed. Maybe my client is just *that* cool (which is entirely possible, she does seem to have an extra dose of awesomeness) but maybe things have changed while I was out changing diapers and running errands and folding the laundry.
- There are a *lot* of people who have jobs!
This last bit needs a little elaboration, I think. As a stay-at-home mom, you know you're in a smallish group. You see other moms at the store, at parks, out and about, but there aren't hordes of them, and they aren't all doing the same things at once. Plus sometimes you know it's a mom who is working but taking the day off, or has a shift job, or otherwise is a working mom but not working at the moment you see her.
At work, turns out *everyone* is working. All at once! And they all have somewhere to be, something on their plate, a to-do list a mile long. Ah, this point I can relate to!
How strange to be in the company of all those people all focused on something *other* than their house, kids, groceries, lunch preparations, or this week's science project (yes, sometimes those last two items are the same thing.) It was a little unnerving at first, to be honest.
At one point I caught myself and realized that I had been focused on something in a detailed way for *hours* - with only adult-style interruptions. No matter what you say or think, those aren't nearly as urgent or intrusive as child-style interruptions when you always have to be worried that the reason for the interruption is the loss of bodily fluid (blood or pee, what's the difference when it's on the new couch, really?)
At any rate, here I am, back at work with a to-do list a mile long and now a justifiable reason to sing the mommy chant of "I'm so busy!" whenever anyone asks me how I am.