Well ladies, I made it through days one and two of work. We all know I would make it, because it’s not like I am the first momma to head back to work but we all share our own battles with leaving our beautiful babes behind. When I left for work on Monday, I said my good-byes and ran out the door, only to make it a few steps off my doorstep before the water works began. I started my car, turned on the windshield wipers and wished I was bundled up under my brown throw with my baby in my lap rather than heading to work wearing too tight non-preggo slacks and a frumpy sweater. When I got to work it was like, well, Melissa is back so let’s throw it all back on her, she is of course our general manager. My head was pretty much spinning all day, trying to take in all that I had tried to forget while out for four months but sadly, it all came back to me like riding a bike. My biggest fear of the day was seeing employees of mine that I had “issues” with prior to my maternity leave but I decided the best way to alleviate my stress was to squash it immediately and show them how emotionally stressed I was with returning back to work. Who knows if it was effective but I feel a whole lot better! With all this said, leaving today was a lot easier, the day went by faster and when I came home my happy baby was waiting for me in Grandma’s arms. I cannot thank you all enough for your support through your comments here and on FB. I know as the days go on, everything will get easier but I am not one for change and this is a huge change.

A few weeks ago I started going back to church. I have never really been one to consistently attend, but I have always wanted to make the commitment to attend each week. To back-up a little, when I lived at home my parents started attending again up in Running Springs, we would go to church functions, service and my Dad helped with their new location and so on. Well, when my Dad had to take on a second job on the weekends a few years back the church and a few select members turned their back on my Dad. With that being said the church left a sour taste in my mouth because I had always presumed that the church would stand by you in a time of need. My family was suffering because we never saw him, he was overworked and to top it off my Mom was recovering from Breast Cancer. Needless to say, my parents stopped attending that given church.