Mommy Goes Back To Work

This morning, my beautiful seven year old told me she hates my job. The little one isn't really even speaking to me. My house looks like a bomb hit it. My paychecks are still really really small. I'm trying not to think, "what the hell was I thinking?" and remember that transition is always difficult.

I am sitting in a coffee shop. Not crying.

Yet.

I want to quit. I won't. But I'm just saying that I want to. I miss cooking and playing and being me. Also, I knew that if I wasn't home stuff just wouldn't get done, but I kinda hoped that it wouldn't be as bad as I thought it might be. I haven't figured out how to fit that into my new work work work life.

Cooking and playing doesn't pay the bills....so....Back At It I Go.