Today I was offered two places, neither at the centre of my choice. I called the one I did want, and asked where I was on the waiting list, letting them know I'd been offered places elsewhere. What do you know, they found me a space, starting mid next month. So I went from zero places to three in one day. Wow.
Next month. I know I planned to go back to work around then, but you guys, that's NEXT MONTH. As in, I only have a month left to be a SAHM and then I'm back to work (jiggety jig). I'm feeling scared, sad, excited and above all, guilty as hell. Ellie is so small to be putting into care, but I really feel like I need something more to keep me occupied. Don't get me wrong, I love being a mother, but for me, I also like to use my skills and interact out in the workforce. Besides, I feel bad spending money on things when I'm not contributing to the household and I know that I don't have the slush fund that I used to for frivolous purchases.
Although, to segue way slightly, a girl needs a little frivolity every now and then so to prove it I got these:
and also these, both en route to my hot little feet from Funkis.
Ahem, back on track, mummy guilt is the worst. If I stay at home then I feel guilty when I'm bored or not spending enough time helping Ellie to develop with tummy time, reading to her or paying her constant attention. If I go to work I feel guilty for letting someone else help raise my child. I keep telling myself at the end of the day, my daughter is loved and I'm being a positive role model in showing her that women can have successful careers too. As well as saving my sanity and keeping my job skills current. She won't remember whether I fed her with a breast or a bottle, she won't remember if she was in cloth nappies or disposable and she won't remember that I didn't spend every moment of the day with her. What I hope she will remember is that I was a confident and intelligent woman, that I had a life outside of the house, that when she needs me I'll always make the time and that I love her so very much.
I've got one month left before back to the (part time) workforce. I plan to enjoy every minute of it, and I'm sure I'll be asking for coping tips when the time comes.
Have you ever had a case of parental guilt? How do you cope when it happens?





