Treasure time

You may remember that I was laid off in February and then about 1 month ago I accepted a position at my old, old job and I’ve just been waiting on a start date. Well, I will be starting on Monday. I’m excited to start and I know hubby is excited too although he won’t actually say it.

So….why do I feel like this? I feel sooooo blue. I am excited to get back out there and make some money, but I am so afraid that I will just get right back into the flow of things and I’m even more afraid that I’m going to lose what I just found.

You see, for various reasons I don’t think I’ve ever really been a good wife nor a good mother (see this post). I don’t think I ever really embraced either role very well and I know for sure that I’ve never quite been able to balance them simultaneously. When hubby and I first got married, I had about a month’s gap in between jobs and I was adjusting to being married. You know…that transitional period where you’re not quite sure what you’re doing and you’re moving from that me stage to the we stage. Then, three years later I spent a year at home when daughter was born and I loved it – being able to be here to nurture and love her and have the comfort of knowing that she was safe and well cared for. However, during that entire year, I wasn’t really much of a wife.

For some reason when I got laid off a couple months things were just different with me. I think I’ve matured as a person and wanted to try to do better for my daughter and my husband and ultimately for myself. I actually felt a sense of accomplishment taking care of them – cooking, cleaning, laundry, school related activities, involvement with hubby’s job etc. I have NEVER felt that way before. I also de-stressed and did a lot of reflection and dreaming during this time as well. Another first for me. I believe I can say that I’ve been happy – truly happy during this time.

I sit here on Thursday almost in tears because I am honestly afraid of what’s going to unfold come Monday morning. I am fearful that I’m going to fall back in line and back into the rat race. I’m afraid that I’m going to be stressed out and not take care of us anymore. I’m afraid that I’m going to get wrapped up in my job and bring all that stuff home. I’m sad that I probably will not be able to provide hot meals when they come home in the afternoon, not be able to play pretend with daughter, not have a clean house everyday, not spend time at the playground on the weekend, not run all household errands during the week so that we can spend time together on the weekend.

I am sad that I’m not going to have time any more. Maybe that was the treasure that I discovered during this period – I discovered the beauty and endless possibilities that come with time. I hope that my fears are just fears and that I don’t become overwhelmed by this feeling.