Working girl

I've done it.  I went to work.  I left my babies for three whole days.  I wore a suit.  I sat at a desk.  I had lunch like a grown up and I didn't share it with anyone.

I survived.  The kids survived.  We made it.  It was ok.

So what did I learn in my first week back to work in 18 months?

I learned that rush hour commuting basically always sucks.  I learned that it's more of a pain to stand on a train journey that takes 40 minutes than one that takes 10.

I learned that the kids love you best for ten minutes after you get home.  After that, their affection is anyone's.

I learned that I should never wear this dress again as a former colleague who I ran into at the train station congratulated me on my pregnancy.  Embarrassing for all involved.

But most of all, I learned that it's great to have your Friday when everyone else is having their Wednesday.  Colour me totally smug.