This is a tough one.
Ever since my son was born, work was a topic I've tried to avoid. I knew I was going to have to go back to work eventually and I was dreading it. I've said it before: my life is not perfect and whether I would go back to work or not was never a choice. We need my income to live comfortably. Knowing I couldn't even entertain the idea of being a stay at home mom made the whole thing ten times worse.
Because quite frankly, if I really think about it, and if money was no issue, I would probably still end up going back to work and putting my son in daycare. Deep down, I know I'm not enough. I love him more than words can say, and I do my absolute best to raise him, but he needs to learn to live and play with others children, everyday. I would selfishly keep him to myself and watch him every second of every day, but I know in my heart it's not what's best for him. And I never thought I would say this, but 8 months in, I kind of miss working. Kind of.
So there. I said it. I am going back to work in a couple of months, and I absolutely dread it. But I know it's for the best.
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