Going Back to Work (3)

I went back to work this week.

The first week went by, embarrassingly uneventful, compared to the angst I felt until the moment I arrived at my office. The night before the first day, I dreamt that I was Colin Farrell (don’t ask how I knew, it’s a dream), a secret agent, and was locked in a room with my partner, an older guy. The room started to fill with water, until finally there was only a pocket of air left, just enough for our noses to take in quick sniffs of air. Then I kicked the door open, the water gushed out. Unfortunately, my partner died, but I survived. The dream was so vivid! I woke up to get ready, had my breakfast, then threw up.
The babysitter came on time, my daughter cried but not for long (30 minutes). And I drove to campus, on the first day of classes.

All day, I had to run around like a mad woman, not a moment to idle away. In other words, business as usual, as I remember ten months ago. And I felt at home.

  1. 2 Responses to “Going Back to Work (3)”

  2. I feel for you. It’s such a torn feeling between work and children. I fear we as women are conditioned into guilt. Would love to read more on your ongoing journey back to work.

    Mary Ellen

    By Mary Ellen Walsh on Apr 7, 2008

  3. That dream was wow!!!!!!!!!

    By tAnYeTTa on May 19, 2008