So after 3 weeks I have returned to work. Why is it I always feel, in some small way, that I haven't had a break from work. Granted, we did not go away on holiday which would obviously make it feel less like a holiday...
I got a lot of maintenance jobs completed on the house - I am kinda going to ignore the fact that I have the same amount again still to complete. That made me feel better even if I would have got more done had I not sliced through the majority of skin on a knuckle in the first week cleaning the kitchen floor. You know, I had one of those moments where you see blood and think "Now where the heck is that coming from?" before you think "Oh yeah, from me!"
Beautiful B who is training to be a nurse saw the blood and ran off totally freaked out as seeing blood makes her feet hurt - yeah, go figure. I am still trying to work that out after 17 years. Personally, I think it is more the idea of a loved one hurting but meeeeh....
So...the little fluffers sat in a row, all 4 of them yesterday morning and looked forlornly at me as I left them for the first time in 3 weeks. Yes, I probably annoyed them at home all day but they must of kind of got used to having me around. Beautiful B was at home to provide company but it must not have been as good as I was bombarded with fluffers when I got home all of which desperately tried to attack me with sloppy kisses. Baby fluff spent 20 minutes attached to me like a limpet whining as though to request I never leave her to her own and Beautiful B's devices again.
I wandered back into work to the delight of 128 emails which isn't so bad especially when one can delete 20 of them immediately. The room is seriously depleted as the summer holidays are well and truly upon us. I spent the day getting randomly confused at tasks I have been given with only half the information (if I am lucky) that is needed but I will give it my best attempt before the boss returns.
Unsurprisingly though, this latest 3 week hiatus from work and the subsequent return has only served to heighten my desire to be a stay at home wife and mum - yes I know she is 17 but still, I think I do an excellent job at that role. Previously, I have desired to make a difference in my career, to be good at what I do and I needed it to fill a gap that I couldn't describe. Then along came hubby and he filled that gap that Beautiful B and I so desperately needed and along with that the desire to continue to build that career disappeared. Although I never thought I would say it, I feel complete being at home and looking after hubby and Beautiful B. I don't feel torn between being at home and being there for those I love and being at work. I can concentrate wholeheartedly on those that I love and the longer we are with hubby the more I feel that way.
So.....
.....I'd best go out and buy a few lottery tickets then.
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