back to work I go…

Last night marked my first official day back to work in nearly two years. It was a very last minute decision to accept a part time position at my previous employer where I once was the general manager. They had been closed for renovations for two months and were short a few managers, insert me and the request for bar shifts. Now here I am less than ten days later scheduled for four shifts this week. eek! There was a build-up this past week of emotions I didn’t know would arise. Crying over nothing, over reacting, a plain ‘ole moody. When I left the restaurant I was still severely affected by my post partum depression (the depression that wouldn’t leave until I had Brayden). I was so nervous stepping back into those doors, my hands were shaking and finally with a welcoming hug by one of the only employees left that I hired I could calm down. As the shift progressed I slowly got back into my groove, thankfully I am not bartending until Friday because that lemon drop I made was a little terrifying to pour, not to mention short. I missed by babies tonight and apparently Brady walked around looking for me saying, “mama…mommy….mama” over and over, breaks my heart! The adult interaction is much needed even if the staff is mostly under twenty-five. Here’s to making money again and rejoining the working world. Wish me luck.