I lost a couple days of unemployed status when my new company offered to start me Friday. That's the day after tomorrow.
After interviewing friends who work, I followed some advice. Today I did a trial run.
The idea: night before: fix lunches, lay out everyone's outfit. morning of: wake up early, have coffee, get organized, gently wake up children, eat breakfast, get dressed, get everyone to preschool, get me to work. On time.
The reality: night before: did nothing. morning of: woke up early, fell back to sleep, cuddled with the monkeys, goofed off with the monkeys, ate no breakfast, got them to school 20 minutes late, and if I had started work, I would have been 15 minutes late. On my first day of work. No good. Try again.
Last night I told my daughters that I am going back to work. One didn't give a rip. One said OK, mama. The other cried and cried. I want to be with you mama. I want you to be at home with me. So I drove them by the building where I will work this morning. Then I asked my new company if I could bring the girls by and introduce them around this afternoon and let them see where I would be. They said 'of course'.
A word about the people at my new company: they are inclusive, they are accepting, they bend over backward to bring out my best. They embraced my kids. I feel good about going back to work. My daughters feel much better about me going back to work. Thank goodness.
