Work life balance

 So as a mom of a clingy baby it’s been hard to go to work. I didn’t take time off when he was born, 14 days post partum and I was right back to cashiering 

Had a panic attack day one and was crying on his grandmas toilet seat tryna cope. Can’t believe that was a little under six months ago now. Today he is six months old and I relized that with my new ish job (in training two months now) we have a set schedule, at work 3-8 4 week days and the Saturdays for 8 hours 12-8. We walk in the front door at 8:30 on the dot every night. He no longer screams and cry’s he smiles and talks to me we nurse and by 9:30 he is in his crib. 

Now my little warrior (nick name stems from his survival at 4 weeks in utero from his dad hitting me) is yes still a baby and very dependent on me but this whole having his own personality and routine it’s hard to watch it develop I want my little baby who just cuddled all day back. 


I guess maybe I’m a clingy mom not him a clingy baby

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