I’ve been working part-time for about a month now. Honestly, I think that going back to work has been one of the best things I could have done for my mental health. I quit my job while I was pregnant due to how sick I was, and being back at work is like getting a little piece of myself back.
Being part-time is great, too. I get to go to work and do grownup things and be a grownup, but it doesn’t take ALL of my time. Except this week. This week, the full-time person is out of town, so I’m covering for him, which means waaayyy more hours and waaayyy more work. It’s only Tuesday, and I’m exhausted and stressed.
I will be SO GLAD when this week is over and things go back to my normal schedule.