I SURVIVED!

Yesterday was my first day at my new salon. Driving to work, I felt nauseous. What was I thinking? How was I going to leave Jackson all day long? Would he realize that I was gone? Would he miss me? Would the girls in the salon like me? Am I ready for this? I pulled up 25 minutes early, (my Type A-ness again) so I drove around and listened to the radio. When I went back, right on time, my boss was already there. We sat outside for a few minutes to talk. I think she knew how nervous I was! She told me how excited she was to have me, and how much she was looking forward to working with me. I told her I was excited too, and how much I wanted to throw up!!

Being out of the salon for a while, I forgot how bad I was at shampooing. Seriously, I'm bad! I had sweaty palms during my first shampoo, but it worked out alright. As the day went on, I felt like I was back in the swing of things. No major incidents, and everything was coming back to me. Then while I was shampooing my last client, I let go of the hose spraying her in the face and the wall inches away from a co-worker. How embarrassing. I tried to keep going, but my face was bright red. I hate that!!

All in all, I built back the confidence I forgot I had. Jackson had a great day, and mommy did too. I missed him, of course, but it felt good to have someone tell me what a good job I did. Being a mom is the hardest job I will ever have. He cannot tell me that how perfectly I diapered his little bottom, or that his last bottle was just the right combo of formula and water! So 2 days a week I will get out of the house, dress up and feel like I look good. I will have adult conversation all day long without worrying about nap time. I will get to wear my favorite shoes, and jewelry, and leave the house without a diaper bag. As for the other 5 days, I will continue my job as Jackson's mommy. Telling him "no, no" at the same things everyday, watching him learn something new, making him laugh, and seeing him grow! I will savor the moments, good and bad, and be more patient. The days I'm not working will not just be another day, they will be special because I'm spending time with my son. Being a working mom may not be the worst thing in the world. It may make me a better mom!