That river in Egypt

So, yesterday I bit the bullet and called work. It had to happen sooner or later and of course I left it to the latest possible moment before calling.

Don’t get me wrong. I love my work. It’s a great company filled with even better people, many who I am lucky enough to call my good friends. But it’s work you know?
So I called. And I start next week. As in NEXT week. As in 7 sleeps. Again, don’t get me wrong, this was not an unexpected start date that was sprung on me. I have been working towards this date for the past 6 months. I have worked the girls into daycare around this date. I knew this was coming and yet all of a sudden here it is. Staring at me. GLARING at me.
Call it what you will, denial will suffice, but Harper, she is not weaned. I ‘meant’ to do it. was ‘going’ to do it and yet here I am with a babe who is a little addicted to the boob still. I think it might have something to do with the fact that this could be my last babe. The last time I feed my baby. Who know? Hmpf. So now I am frantically shoving bottles down her throat and pumping my engorged boobs and working out how I will fit a breast pump into my handbag. In fact, working out that I have to get an actual handbag out and not use the baby bag as my hand bag. In fact, getting out work clothes and actual shoes that are not sandals and make up and stuff. Goodness me. I have some work to do.
Luckily for me there is PLENTY of chocolate for me to shovel down my throat as I go from excited to be a grown up again Beth to sobbing Beth not wanting to let go of her little baby Beth.
And if anyone can’t find me next Wednesday, I shall be in the end stall of the ladies toilets on level 5. Yes that’s right, the one with the strange noise coming from it (sobbing AND breast pump) with all the foil wrappers fallen on the ground.


  1. you can do it! hugs xx

  2. Oh Beth xxx

  3. Aww i feel you pain lovely! I went back to work in October after 7 months off with my little man, i’ll be thinking of you next week ๐Ÿ˜€

  4. You poor thing.. I went back to work after 6 months with my first and didnt even shed a tear but I cant bring myself to do it again. I feel sad leaving him to go to the supermarket let alone back to work… Good Luck

  5. That sucks! Make your work set up a nice little pumping area for you – With chocolate and some trashy daytime TV ๐Ÿ˜‰

  6. Going back to work is hard. I hated (still do!) having to work around so many people who don’t come to work covered in Weetbix and wet hair.

    You’ll do great. They’ll do great. Everything will be great. ๐Ÿ™‚

  7. Beth, it’s a big deal, but you’ll be fine. xx.

  8. xxxoooxxx

  9. my return to work is still another 8 months away, but it makes me come out in goose bumps every time I think about it.
    looking forward to hearing about how great it went, or how awful, but either way your mates in cyberspace are here to help you through it.

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