Friday, April 04, 2008

Going Back to Work (3)

I went back to work this week.

The first week went by, embarrassingly uneventful, compared to the angst I felt until the moment I arrived at my office. The night before the first day, I dreamt that I was Colin Farrell (don't ask how I knew, it's a dream), a secret agent, and was locked in a room with my partner, an older guy. The room started to fill with water, until finally there was only a pocket of air left, just enough for our noses to take in quick sniffs of air. Then I kicked the door open, the water gushed out. Unfortunately, my partner died, but I survived. The dream was so vivid! I woke up to get ready, had my breakfast, then threw up.
The babysitter came on time, my daughter cried but not for long (30 minutes). And I drove to campus, on the first day of classes.

All day, I had to run around like a mad woman, not a moment to idle away. In other words, business as usual, as I remember ten months ago. And I felt at home.


Blogger Mary Ellen Walsh said...

I feel for you. It's such a torn feeling between work and children. I fear we as women are conditioned into guilt. Would love to read more on your ongoing journey back to work.

Mary Ellen

7:26 PM  
Blogger *Tanyetta* said...

That dream was wow!!!!!!!!!

2:08 AM  

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