sigh

After a 6 month “vacation” I’ve returned to the world of the gainfully employed, and let me tell you, the adjustment has been painful. Painful.

I mean, it’s not like I’ve never done this before. I’ve always worked – I got my first job when I was 14 – except for a few weeks here and there when I was between jobs. But these past 6 months have given me a taste of what it’s like to be a stay at home wife, and I have to say, I really liked it.

And not just because having all that free time is totally sweet. Believe me, it is.

But also because I had so much time to spend with my family. Maybe I’m some sort of 50s housewife deep down, but I loved being home to make my husband lunch, cook a fabulous dinner, keep the house clean, the laundry done, and the fridge stocked. I mean, seriously, the only thing missing was me meeting him at the door with a martini and his slippers.

Not only that, I had plenty of time to work out, read blogs and magazines and smutty fanfic, and stay on top of all the details involved in running a household.

If I got insomnia, it didn’t really matter because I didn’t have anywhere to be anyway.

I had the freedom to pee on my ovulation sticks in the privacy of my own bathroom instead of trying to do it on a break.

I was home and available for nooners should said ovulation test be positive, in which case it’s important to have sex like rightnow. Because when you’ve been trying to conceive for 7 months, and even though you’ve already had sex like 5 times in the last 3 days, missing that one potential opportunity to make a baby feels like the end of the world.

If I felt an IBS flare-up coming on, I had the ability to adjust my diet, exercise schedule, and meal routine any way I needed to manage my symptoms.

Unfortunately, I don’t have that ability right now, which resulted in me being sick as a dog last week, and missing two shifts on my brand new job. Awesome.

Anyway. I realize things just feel crappy now because it’s an adjustment, and also because training actually requires more out of me than when I actually go on the schedule for reals. I just need to get through the next week and a half or so, and figure out a way to keep as much of my symptom management routine going as possible.

But, I’m on the mend and not at all totally prepared to work 6 am – 2 pm the next 4 days. Yes, that said 6 am. As in starting my shift at 6 am. As in leaving my house at 5:30 am.

Sweet Jesus.

Tags: going back to work, Living With IBS, Trying To Conceive

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