I will be back at work one month from Saturday. In ONE MONTH! I can hardly believe it. Part of me is excited. The other part is mortified. Taking care of PK full-time has been my life (and job) for the past 10 months or so. I know how grumpy/bummed out I get when I return to work after a two-week vacation, so I can only imagine how I'd be after an 11-month "vacation". That's why my initial return to work will part-time. The part-time gig will only last for a month, but it will hopefully be long enough to help me adjust back into the Land of the Paycheck and Endless Meetings. I'll be working Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays, with Wednesdays and Fridays off. My mom will be looking after PK while I'm at work, so I know she'll be in good hands. But it makes me sad to realize that I'll be missing out on some milestones.
I know, I know...I've bitched for months about how boring it is to stay at home with PK and how I'm itching to go back to work. It's all true. But at the same time, PK is suddenly experiencing a developmental explosion. She's so alert. So curious. So mischievous! What a shame to be missing out on that. I guess going forward, more than ever, time spent with PK will have to be quality time. Every moment together counts. As long as she knows that her mom and dad love her and will do their darndest to make sure that she's happy and healthy, well then, I guess that's all that matters.