Found myself (re)turning to the darkside for one exclusive day this week.
Yes! me the unemployed one did a days work. God it was hell. Fretting the night before as to whether I could still do it, waking up early and not being able to 1.) find my cufflinks; and 2.) fit into my suit trousers (anymore...).
Into the car for a journey on the awesome British motorway network. Late leaving as usual and then just five minutes from home traffic traffic traffic... aarrgghhh..! I literally felt my cortisol levels rising as the great return to work adventure began.
Things began to smooth out after that as the road cleared and for once I had some clear thinking time as I listened to Radio 4. I had forgotten the pleasure to be had from simply driving and listening to the radio with ones own thoughts for company rather than the thoughts of a gobby four year old.
Going to a 'meeting' was quite weird. I had to speak GROWN UP again and not four year old speak interspersed with gun noises and power ranger kicking actions. I had to think about what I said and engage some rather rusty parts of my brain once again in order to deliver the goods metaphorically speaking.
Actually, the act of having to concentrate on something for a few hours was quite pleasant in the way a change of scenery or position is: it's not that the activity is particularly enjoyable but it is simply a change from the norm, a time for other parts of the body and brain to re-activate.
Ahhh... but what did I miss? Well, when the returning warrior (...ahem... that's me ok?) walked back through the door I had Little Prince all over me with questions, stories from the day and an obvious sense that he's missed me! That beats all the other feelings, tremendous. It also makes me appreciate my life more too and reminds me that Mrs.SAHD has her hands full in corporate world.
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