The reason I started this blog was to chronicle a six month sabbatical while I got myself out of a toxic work situation and helped Pea over some developmental hurdles (executive control: she has it now). But time tempers memories of toxic work environments, especially when they came with a respectable paycheck. Sometimes I wonder if I made a mistake.
Then again, sometimes I see the ex-boss on the street on the way to my therapy appointment (as I did Monday) and I think…no. Sanity is more valuable than the paycheck. (Even when I’m enduring the world’s longest wait for the next payday because, well, bills.)
And there is the reason I left in the first place: Pea is doing another developmental leap. There was the division in her head last week, she’s gone crazy for numbers, her vocabulary and syntax just exploded again, and she’s still stuttering (which is how I know when she’s doing a cognitive reorg). She’s telling jokes. She makes statements that are deliberately ironic (already a hipster!). And she cracks me up. In response to “Daddy is bringing home Chinese food,” she asked, shocked, “You mean FROM CHINA?” (Well, no, from around the corner!)
I’m not one to dwell on how much I love being a work-at-home mom (because it is very hard to work while your child needs you and interrupts you thirty times a minute), but I am glad I’ve been here to get her to this place.