I’ve been working about 25 hours a week at Lilipip since the New Year, helping out with various project management and operations tasks.
It’s been seven years since I last did this – wore something different every day, put on make-up, left the house before nine… you know, the USUAL.
It’s been a hard couple of weeks. I’m tired, and I miss my friends. My body is getting used to sitting at a computer again. But I know without a doubt this is what I’m supposed to be doing right now.
Several friends recently asked me how it was going, tolerating Bryan all day at work in addition to tolerating him all evening at home.
(Well, they didn’t word it that way EXACTLY.)
Working together is probably the best thing that ever happened to us. I can’t imagine doing anything else, now, and it’s only been two weeks.
I always figured at some point I’d go back to work, at least part time, and I worried. I didn’t worry about the transition from home life to work life; I didn’t worry about an identity crisis; I didn’t worry about missing my kids.
I worried about living in a divided household. I worried about going in one direction while my husband went in another. I worried about having Things To Do and Goals To Meet that were completely separate from Bryan’s goals and lists.
Maybe that sounds like I don’t have dreams, goals, or a life of my own, but that’s not how I look at it. When Bryan and I joined our lives together, we jumped into the same boat – and as the song says, sometimes it’s a Strange Boat.
We are much happier and healthier as a family when we’re sailing in the same Strange Boat, working toward the same Strange Goal. I hope we get to do this forever.