When I was on full-time maternity leave I could go a week or two without leaving the farm, without seeing friends or having any social outings. One week I could cope with, more than that and I would start to get a bit snappy, a bit insane as I started to feel the isolation. Then of course when I did make it out I'd be a bit socially excited and talk non-stop and flap and be absurdly happy.
Now that I'm back at work, ironically I long for an occasional week at home, a week where I don't go anywhere or do anything. I know in myself I couldn't do it full-time all the time, that I thrive too much on the company of others to not work and get out an about.
What I miss though when I'm in town and working is the peace, the fact that I walk outside and the birds are soaring in the sky, the chooks are clucking away and the occasional train goes past, but other than that it's peaceful, like Michael Caton said in The Castle - 'How's the serenity', that's what I miss about home when I'm at work.
I am now working 3 days a week, and I must admit am struggling to adjust to adding a third day, I know it will come in time, but for now, until I hit my stride it's a struggle. Remembering what happens on each day, trying to make sure I've made enough lunches in the morning for everyone and trying to let go of that mother guilt as I walk out the door for work is hard.
I'm thinking about some kind of schedule or calendar, but haven't found one that I really love yet, so I'm thinking I'm going to be making my own, any suggestions welcome! Until that's finished though my brain is on a bit of overload and the mother guilt is running high. It does however make me cherish those days at home, to spend a little bit of one on one time with the kids and soak up everything I've missed on my work days and enjoy the serenity.