So I'm starting the new job tomorrow and eager to get started. Not so eager to be leaving Baby Luke. I'm sure he'll do just fine without me during the day but I know I'm going to miss him. I was fortunate when my kids were very small to be able to stay home with them. And even though I practically raised my granddaughter, I only worked part-time and went to grad school until she was 2 years old. Sending her to daycare then was hard enough. Of course, she loved it. And we were both better for it. But here I am. Feeling what zillions of working mothers feel leaving their infants.
I guess it's a good thing that I'm starting a new job in a new place. I'll have a lot to occupy my mind.
Just imagine: for at least 8 hours a day, I won't be smelling like spit-up. I bet I'll miss it.
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That IS so tough, even though it sounds like a relief. I hope the day went great!
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