I returned to work this week. There may have been some tears shed on Sunday (and maybe even on Saturday too), but Monday was a good day. There were no tears shed on my part, though I think my husband may have experienced a few from baby Jack during the day. My adult brain functioned, and I wore a pair of heels for the first time since December. I would call the day a success based on these two facts alone.
Even better, I managed to fit it two runs since my return. One did start at the early hour of 4:45 AM and did occur on my second husband, the treadmill. But, it was completed.
I should mention that it is Wednesday, and I am exhausted from the week already.
Life for me has evolved into one big balancing act this week. How do I care for Jack’s needs? How do my husband and I find time for each other? How do I remain a productive member of my office?
I admittedly am not good at balancing. This skill is like Mandarin to me, a foreign language that I cannot decipher, read or understand. I tend to be the type of person who commits 110% to everything she does. With Jack, I am not sure there is time to give 110% anymore.
Maybe, just maybe, I don’t need to give 110%. Maybe I need to be more balanced.