Lets Do The Time Warp Again...

Week one of being back in the (paid) working world has come to an end. Re-entering the remunerated workforce (do you get the theme, I’m fairly insistent I work anyways, regardless of being on a payroll or not!) has been a bit like stumbling in to a time warp. Take for instance my 2008 calendar, which had been excitedly flipped to 18 July 2008, and proclaimed in red pen it was my last day before Maternity Leave commenced. There is sat, still on that date, as if life had stood still while I was gone. And a bottle of dodgy wine, purposely left behind and hopefully bequeathed in my absence to any takers, still sat, uncorked and collecting dust. Like Kylie sang loud and proud in the 90’s, I felt like I’d stepped back in time! The big bad world in the city had continued to keep marching on too. People still push and shove for rare seats on the train, freaky unhinged types still harass lunchers gathered in Hyde Park for money and those filthy manky Ibis birds still skulk up on unsuspecting eaters and try to steal the food straight from your hands. I never knew my brain could hurt quite so much, so soon either. During day one alone, two dips in the medicated pain relief pool were required to stem the threat of my head spontaneously combusting. And on day three I suffered a coughing attack so severe I found myself with tears streaming down my face and breath dangerously out of reach from my body. Having a lingering flu has made the re-entry a little more trying, but it can only get better from here, once my health decided to pay a return visit to my body! Oh and if my son can get those next teeth through fairly soon, that would be a blessing too. He who usually sleeps so soundly at night chose this week to experiment with some long and torturous screaming sessions at rather ungodly hours. But still, I survived the day and again can only look forward to it being easier in the future. So I guess the main question is, did I miss my little man? Actually yes and no… Day One was far too much of a blur to think of much else but by Day 2 when I noticed some little ones around his age playing in the park, I had to squash down a pang of mothers guilt so strong I thought tears might spring to my eyes. And on Day 2 when I found myself alone in the office for an hour, the sound of silence (so unheard of in my life) was almost deafening to me! Whilst my brain and my feet are currently vying for the prize of which hurt the most (heels, people, how do you wear heels day after day after day?) I am pleased to report we have all survived and made it thru the other side intact. I think this is due largely to Tone playing “house husband” so next week when we are all trying to get out the door in the morning should be interesting… I only hope I manage to do so without forgetting to change out of my ugg boots and assemble an outfit in a valiant attempt to be on par with the glamazons who decorate our building every day…(a whole other story...)