This week, after much deliberation, soul searching and financial forecasting, I hung up my oven gloves and rejoined the workforce. I have thus resumed the nine-to-five drill, and all its attendant issues.
My very first concern was, of course, my husband. I know you thought I would say my baby, but the husband preceded the baby, and will always continue to do so. However, Hubby has always been my number one fan and supporter, so I received no dissent from that quarter. He reorganised his work plan to be available for our child, he tweaked my CV, coached me through the interviews and bought me new work clothes to replace the largely maternity and housedress wardrobe I favoured. He also filled up the car's gas tank and has dutifully made sure I have a flask of cold water to get me through the heat wave. What more could I ask for?
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