MY NEW LOOK ON MOM RETURNING TO WORK AFTER MATERNITY.

I love being on teams with working mothers. They are the highest functioning messes I know.”
-MARICAR SANTOS-

When you read this, some of you will be outraged by my comments, and others will laugh. I know, because more than once in the group of mothers, I have already presented my opinions on returning to work, benefits, and disadvantages. And just as each of us has a different approach to raising children, each of us struggles with the decision to return to work.

I did not wait long, and after 10 months, when maternity leave was over, I went to work with my first child, and the same with the second. There were hard days and easy days. A day of drama at home and a day of fun at work. I’m not talking about a really bad, depressed time during the first few days back at work. Now I will focus on explaining the pros and cons of working mothers, and the coolest aspects of working mothers. My dear Moms, I hope you laugh when you read my experiences about maternal life.

Is my warm coffee back?

When I started a new job after motherhood, and my boss was a woman with two children, we started the day with coffee. 7 a.m., and regardless of whether there were goods to unload or a queue, I brewed strong, organic coffee. The aroma of my coffee delighted our customers and introduced me to a world of long-forgotten, lost coffee. With two children, you have two coffees to choose from: iced or two-day-old. Warm, fresh coffee is a thing of the past. However, I was lucky because my boss at work was also a busy mother of two and a coffee lover. I shouldn’t say it out loud, but I had more freedom at work than at home.

My boss has the same story every day:

• cold coffee at home, warmth at work,
• nice atmosphere at work
• normal conversation at work,
• no talking at home,
• but lots of singing, rhymes, arguments over toys,
• and most annoying – for the thousandth time, using the word “mom” for no reason.

And what other freedom do I owe to going to work?

Can you talk without being interrupted?

When I start a conversation with my husband about something unrelated to the kids, my son just wants to change cartoons, and my daughter needs to pee. Even when we wanted to continue the conversation, we’d get so distracted that we couldn’t remember what we were talking about. Sometimes it took us three days to finish the conversation. Or, more often, we forget what we started.

At work. I have really interesting, intelligent conversations with appropriate endings. My lady boss and I talk about everything but the baby’s poop. No one interrupts us, no one argues in the other room over a toy, no one yells.

Does loneliness in the toilet exist?

Privacy in my home has vanished because whether Mom says; “I need to pee,” I will go take a shower, or I will call to work, my older son will need to pee at the same time, and my little one will be hungry or thirsty. You spend as much time as you want in the staff restroom, in absolute silence. I even have time to check text messages and online messages. And now my friends reading this know the answer: why is it harder to reach me by phone than the president?

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There is lunchtime – are you sure?

For the first time after maternity leave, at my new job, when my boss gave me a discount card to the restaurant next door for lunch and even told me to go there, I thought I’d cry with joy. I was sitting with warm, aromatic toast, tomato, and mozzarella, surrounded by people who had simply come to eat, not to complain and shout. It was an oasis of peace with delicious food and great company.

What does my lunch look like at home with two children?

It didn’t really exist for me. For the kids, yes. They had a selection of food like it was on a restaurant menu. Mom had tons of leftovers. And the worst came when I cut the toast, sausage, or avocado wrong, and a huge, uncontrollable drama would break out.

Forget about sitting down to dinner with the kids because something was always wrong, like running out of water or ketchup. During lunch, on your break from work, they bring you water and coffee, and you don’t move a second.

This whole story isn’t about complaining about motherhood and my kids. I was terrified of returning to work. I won’t say it was easy, but now that I’m writing about it, it’s much easier, and I’m happy with my decision. Maybe this post will help other moms decide to return to work.

I love coming home and spending afternoons with my kids, playing and cuddling with them. I love singing and watching cartoons with them, but you can only experience warm coffee and womanly conversations at work. This is a post about the ugly truth 🙂