July 1, 2010

Back to Work I Go

I think it’s time I finally tell you all some very big news. I’ve got a job. After several long months of unemployment (post BlogHer Ad Network), I started working as a temp in the IT department for a local company that manufactures hospital beds and other medical equipment, furniture and accessories (for privacy purposes I’m leaving out the company name. Local readers: I ask that you not post personal info in the comments, please. Thank you!).

I loved my work. The hours were part time, allowing me to still be home with my boys, and I enjoyed getting out of the house to talk to other adults. So much of my identity comes from motherhood, even though I’ve always worked; being mom to Dawson and Owen seemed to define who I am.

Recently, the company offered me a position in their customer service department. It’s a full time, temp-to-hire position and if I do well they may hire me permanently (which is so awesome because we still have medical bills to pay from Owen’s birth).

This week has been busy. I’ve been training for the new position and learning so much about the products the company manufactures, the history of the organization and so much more. I’m having a lot of fun and I’ve met so many wonderful people.

There’s just one thing… I’m feeling tired! Going back to the 40 hour work week is not as easy as I thought it would be. I’m grateful to be employed so I’m not complaining.

Okay, there’s just two little things… I miss my babies. I can’t help it. Stay-at-home motherhood was quite an experience for me. I had good days. I had some bad days. I enjoyed every moment I had with my kids. I know that with the economy still a bit shaky it’s necessary for me to bring in an income to support my family, but I also realize how important it is to be with my children. It’s a tough situation.

Truth be told, I didn’t want to be a SAHM forever. In the back of my mind I knew I’d return to work some day. Now that I’m back full swing, I’m excited about the new opportunities, but sad that I’m missing some precious moments while my kids are at daycare. It’s bittersweet.

The good news is I’m working and I love it. My kids are happy and healthy. What more can I ask for?