I’m pleased to report that I survived my first day of work in nine months!
Baby Boy was up lots last night and after he’d fed for the fifth time I was wide awake. Instead of futilely trying to get more Zzzz’s I tip toed into the office (aka his bedroom) and fired up the latop. It was 4:32am – a most ungodly hour. Too early to log into work so I continued with the edits on my book which I started yesterday. After an hour of this I got a head start on reducing the 700-odd emails in my work inbox.
I logged off at 6:10am when the girls got up, and then it was business as usual getting everyone breakfasted, lunches made and ready for the day. Then I set the girls up with activities, and put Baby Boy in the sling for a boobie-fest, and at 8am (my official start time) I logged back into work and continued with the mammoth task that was my inbox.
5yo went to school with our neighbours at 8:30am and the Nanny came for the younger two at 9am. They went out to soft play and I had three and a half hours of familiarising myself with my job until they got back for lunch. I took a brief break while feeding after lunch then cracked on while they went to the park. When she went home at 3pm I kept one eye on work and the other on the kids until logging off at 4pm.
As always the anticipation was much worse than the event itself. My manager and colleagues were fab, and haven’t overloaded and overwhelmed me. It’s made me realise how very lucky I am to have the job I have, and a manager willing to trial working from home. The Nanny did really well too and the kidlets had a ball. All in all I’m really pleased with how it went!