I'm lucky. For the next three months I will be working three days from home and only two in the office.
We're lucky. We live in Canada. We're entitled to a year of parental leave benefits.
I know that we have it pretty good. I'm not complaining. I'm just ... hyperventilating a little bit.
I'm not ready to go back to work. I don't talk about my job here because I know it's bad form. It's an unusual office. An unusual, high-stress workplace. I did a lot of crying in the bathroom is what I'm saying. I'm worried that my lack of sleep and my rollercoaster emotions are going to result in me going down in a blaze of glory. I'm not sure that I'm strong enough to be the primary earner. I know I can do my job. I'm looking foward to using my brain. I'm just not sure that I possess the power to bite my tongue. My tolerance for bullshit has decreased significantly since going batshit crazy.
Wish us luck? Shawn and I are both apprehensive as we move into this adjustment period. Lucky for us we have the perfect little distraction to keep us smiling.