But, hey, like the meme says, sometimes you just have to. So I'm going to suck it up, put my big girl undies on, and rejoin the ranks of the working mums. I will figure out how many bottles Tully is going to need over the course of a day; I will decide what to pack in her lunch box seeing as she loves herself some 'solids '; I will remember to pack her a spare outfit (or two ) in case she vomits/ explosively poops/ just generally gets grubby; and will not cry when I drop her off for the first time.
Or when I can't fit into my pre-pregnancy work pants. But that, dear readers, is a whole OTHER kettle of fish!
Are you a working mum? Did you NOT looking forward to going back to work or am I just being a big sook?