It looks like my new boss is going to be a real hard ass. Stay-at-home-mom life got off to a somewhat rocky start as my baby cried more on Day 1 than I believe she had in her entire life up to that point. I suddenly started hearing Ron Burgundy's voice in my head:
I don't really feel that way (though she did give me a good scare). But I would be lying if I said I didn't have a million different fears and anxieties about this next chapter of our lives. In no particular order, I'm nervous that:
- I'll go stir crazy being at home.
- I'll forget how to hold adult conversations.
- My brain will atrophy without the constant stress of a newsroom.
- People will think I'm lazy for leaving my job.
- My baby will think I'm cramping her style.
I'm working to address those first three worries by signing up for pretty much every class I can find, setting up mom and baby dates, and of course, writing about it all. As for number 4, well, I guess I would have to say that I've still got a full-time job, and it's a hell of a lot harder than the one I was until recently paid to do. And as for number 5, I'm pretty sure I'll grow on her.