I’m still standing.
The boys haven’t evaporated into a cloud of separation anxiety or abandonment issues.
I haven’t melted into a puddle of tears and heartache.
We’re all coping fine, actually.
It’s nothing short of a miracle.
Except, it’s not really.
In the midst of the maternity leave haze (almost a year of my life which incidentally now feels like a wonderful dream) it was easy to feel anxious about returning to work. I kept banging on about loving my job and independence on this blog, but that was because when the doubt crept in I had to remind myself why on earth I choose to be away from these boys...
Now I’m back at work I’m remembering the reality. I love teaching, and my students, and having grown-up conversations, and my colleagues, and eating lunch in (relative) peace, and having a few hours a day when I know for certain that there is absolutely no snot on either of my shoulders.