Today is my first day back at work…
It is a hard day to say the least. I know this is a normal part of parenting but that doesn’t make it any easier. Going from spending 24 hours a day for 12 months with the little loves of your life to being out of the house before they wake up and trying to be home just in time for bedtime hurts my heart. And for some reason this time seems WAY harder than the last time— or maybe it just seems that way because I’m right in the thick of it.
One day when my girls grow up I hope they see the sacrifices their parents made to give them a great life. I hope they build the greatest bond with their grandparents who will take such good care of them while we’re away. And I also hope they don’t remember the fact that I was ‘always’ at work but that it was great spending time together as a family when I was home.
M & C, I love you both so much! I’ll see you @ 630– Mama’s gotta go hustle!