Twelve weeks. I can’t believe my littlest baby is already 12 weeks old. Twelve weeks, which means my maternity leave has come to an end. Lucky for me, I am only working two days a week. Its two days my husband has off so we don’t need to pay for a sitter and we don’t have the anxiety about who is taking care of our kiddos or what they may be doing while we are away. It’s sad that I’m missing out on family time but it’s the sacrifice we make being parents.
So far, it’s been good to be back at work. I’m able to have adult conversations and be of help to people in pain. I’m not in my ideal career but that’s okay. I will be someday and as I’m finding, time sure flies. Right now, I need to provide a little for my family monetarily and the remaining 5 days I will be available to them personally. I’m just glad I have this freedom. It would be nice to be able to pay off bills faster if I worked but to me it’s not worth it. Before I know it my kids will be out of the house and I’ll have a lot more time to make up for it money-wise. Until then, I’m going to soak up my babies and take as good care of myself so we are all happy. I know that may not be the desire for some mamas. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Bottom line, do what’s best for you and those who need you.