Well I survived the first week back to work. And it easier than I thought (mostly because everyone else was just ramping up and slow to schedule meetings, send emails etc, but I’ll take it)
The day after Christmas when it hit me that the holidays were over and the vacation that I has been anticipating since July, was more than halfway over, it kinda hit me. There are days when all I want more than anything is to be a stay at home mom. To be honest, that’s what I always expected to be. It’s hard for me to tell you my next career goal, because I didn’t grow up with dreams of being a business executive, I just wanted to be a mom and spend my creative energy doing arts and crafts, paperdolls and cooking.
But the more I reflect on how things are, I really can’t complain. I have a great job, how many people have the luxury of staying at home nearly full time with their children but also get the personal satisfaction of working and making a difference in another realm. No doubt there are some days I think I am crazy, but most of the time, I love the fact that I have the chance to prove you can do both. Thankfully, I work with a slew of creative and dedicated folks that keep me going day in and day out and are highly tolerant of the baby babbling in the background on conference calls. Seriously, if only you could see the juggling act going on behind the scenes.
It goes without saying that I have a very tolerant husband, who puts up with chefboyardee, communication that is sometimes limited to text messages and late night phone calls with co-workers strategizing about the next big design because that’s my only available time to talk.
And if course Cailee is ever ready to pitch in, respond to a few samtimes, pull together a presentation or give her opinion on a conf. call.
So no matter that I have to work several hours tonight to catch up, anticipate 30plus meetings this week, I really do appreciate the life I’ve got, wouldn’t change it for the world and plan to just hang on for the ride and see where it takes me.
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