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So, my first week of work is done. Whew! I found it a bit of a challenge to manage the babies by myself, but I enjoyed myself this week.
The work itself is good. I have interesting projects to do, and the other people in the office are fun. It helps that I already know them a bit through DH. It was also kind of nice to have my first week when he wasn't there because it gave me the opportunity to relate to them on my own, without using him as a crutch, so to speak. I also know three other people around the school in other offices through Girl Guides, so I've been feeling like I belong already. And with the change from being at home with the kids all day, it's almost like a vacation.
So the work part is easy, it's the stuff at home now that's hard. I have to make breakfasts, lunches, snacks, and have dinner prepped all the night before. Bluh. I hate cooking. I planned on doing a lot of dinner stuff in the slow cooker, but it's not working out very well. I made three casseroles last week, all of them terrible. All of them ended up being sticky gooey bland messes. Sigh. The babies didn't like any of them (even blended up) and I got really tired of them all by Friday. This week will be a little easier because DH is home now, so we'll have two pairs of hands to get everything ready. And I'll stay away from casseroles for a bit.
Dhara and Elora are adjusting very well to life next door. Chantelle has babysat them often before, so they are very familiar with her and the house. She tells me they are good as gold all day. Then I come home and they cry. Apparently this is very common. Dhara has been the most miserable, throwing fits and being a little sensitive during the evenings this past week. Elora sees me and it's like, "You again?"
Anya and Daddy came home last night about 8:30, and I was very glad to see them home again. Their bus was late and I was expecting them around 7:30, so I was bouncing off the walls by the time they got home. I was so happy they were home. I really missed them.
DH let me sleep in this morning as long as I could, which ended up being 9am, but felt like noon. He took the babies downstairs, and it sounded like Dhara was NOT having a good time. Poor thing. "Who's this Daddy guy? Haven't seen him around for a bit. Where's Mommy? WAAAH!"
So, this week I guess we'll see how Anya takes to the whole Mommy-at-work thing. It's kind of nice that the kids can adjust sort of staggered like this.
More reports as they happen, this is Carol, signing off.
2 comment(s):
Congrats on surviving the first week of work! I know when I started school last year and I had Rachel in daycare, the guilt I felt was like being stabbed in the heart, over and over again. I think it's because I had a stay-at-home mom and to me that is the way things "should be". It's taken me a long time to feel semi-normal about leaving Rachel at daycare. However, I know now she loves it there and suddenly I was feeling like "Vanessa" again with my new independence without kids (for a few hours anyway). I still do a lot of "cuddle control" at the end of the day, it's just the way Rachel is, I guess.
Am I weird? I didn't feel stabbed in the heart leaving my kids at the babysitter's and then at daycare. I remember sort of running around with Jake in little circles on the lawn yelling "We're free! We're free!" No that's not true at all. I guess I've conveniently forgotten the anxiety of leaving them with people, because I have complete trust with our daycare, and it REALLY helps that they both love it so much. But they do have the "we're at home now" meltdowns, which makes evenings tough. We get home from work and daycare at around 5:30, dinner right away usually, and then bedtime starts getting announced as "soon" at 7pm. Lots of days I want bedtime to be 6:30 because they're SO naughty. As I'm typing this, Jake is putting a temporary patch of duct tape where the kids decided to pick a huge hole in the drywall. Home Depot here I come. sigh. BUT back to you, Carol, don't feel guilty that it's like it's a vacation to go to work. You have been the stay-at-home mom for 3.5 years and you deserve to change your life around a bit. You thought you'd do that by having twins, didn't you? hehe The Road Less Travelled. That's you. Ok long enough comment, eh? Love you!
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