I’m Going Back to Work

If you follow me on twitter (@FireMom) or are friends with me on Facebook, you already know: I got the job. I was a nervous wreck on my drive to the interview but, in the end, that was all for naught. It went well. I remembered how to shake hands firmly while maintaining eye contact, present myself appropriately, have intelligent conversation with adults and generally function in a work place. I don’t remember anyone’s name except for the man who will be my direct boss but I’m horrible at names so this is not a surprise.

For those still not in the know, I’ll be a part-time photographer for our local newspaper. Due to my freelance writing career that I’ve built over the past three years, I may also be presented with an opportunity to write from time to time. It all feels very surreal. How did I get here? Where did this come from?

Now that it’s kind of finalized (awaiting the big okay from the people who sign the checks), I can go ahead and talk about everything that went through my mind this past weekend. It’s a big shift to go from being your own boss (somewhat as I do have contract bosses) to re-entering an office type setting. In fact, the night before my Big Interview, I had a nightmare (because it wasn’t a dream) that I had gone back to work for my previous employer at the news station. It was horrible and I woke in a cold sweat. Do you think my subconscious was working on overdrive regarding my fears and misgivings about this particular opportunity?

The truth is that I was scared. I left the news station (not the same as the newspaper) in 2006 because it wasn’t working for my family. The drama that they gave me in the months after my miscarriage only further sealed the deal. I left with a teeny-tiny writing lead and hoped that I could turn it into a freelancing career. I did. I didn’t miss Small City Politics or Office/Newsroom Drama. I didn’t miss being overworked because my boss knew that I would do the job right, the first time. I didn’t miss much of anything. Except the process of creating news itself. One could argue that I do that in a way here and in my freelancing career but if you’ve ever worked in a newsroom, in any form or fashion, you know what I mean. There’s a beautiful edge to the air. I said it to FireDad over the years that I sometimes missed that feeling. But I wasn’t ready to go back (and never to that news station).

It was always my intention to approach the newspaper once the boys were in school. This opportunity presented itself and, after much discussion with my husband, we decided that it would be a step backward to ignore it now. In fact, one of the editors agreed with me yesterday. I had stipulations going into yesterday’s interview. I don’t work on Sundays or, at the very least, before 12:15 on a Sunday. I simply cannot work the main holidays (Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving). I can’t work more than (extremely) part-time at this phase in our family life. And our long-standing all-family vacation in August needed to be accepted, paid or not. It’s the only week my whole family is available to traipse down to the beach. I’m not sending my sons and my husband and staying at home. While I realized that I would be starting at the bottom of the totem pole with this particular company, I knew that these things had to come together in order for this to be a plausible situation for my family.

And they did.


Furthermore, even with my training which starts next week, my boss wants to work with FireDad’s schedule. (For those unfamiliar with the fire life, he works 24 hours at the fire department and then is home for 48.) Which leads me to my final point: Mommy Guilt.

I was having inner conflict all weekend about whether this was the right move, not only for me, but for my family at this point in our lives. This opportunity came before I expected, before I had planned on heading back to doing what it is that I love to do professionally. But I also love to be with my children, to be their Mommy. With this latest incarnation of the Mommy War Drama hitting television and blogs last week, I was being exceptionally hard on myself. Now I can laugh off the general nastiness of the whole ordeal. If leaving my children at home with their father or letting them spend a Saturday afternoon with any one of their many grandparents (who fight over them, by the way) is neglectful, well, I guess I’ll just have to pay for their therapy when they’re older. Those poor, neglected children of mine with too many people to love them; how will they ever survive?

I’m nervous, of course. I do realize that this is a gigantic, seismic shift in how the core of this family operates. TheBrothers are used to Daddy going to work and Mommy “working on her com-pay-ter.” While they will be with their Daddy or the aforementioned long line of grandparents, I still have to be the one to give the kisses and walk out the door. I still have to be the one to properly manage my time working outside the home, working at home (because I’m not dropping any of my writing gigs nor do I plan to), managing the home (though FireDad is a great help) and making sure I get enough face time with those kids of mine. I have to re-learn how to eat a healthy meal outside the home, deal with the previously mentioned Small City Politics and Office/Newsroom Drama and generally present myself as a professional even when I desperately just want to get home and snuggle my children. I’m not mentally sugar-coating this change in our lives. I expect it to be hard. I expect to come home in tears at times. I expect to look at FireDad and say, “Why did you let me do this?” (What? You’ve never blamed your husband for anything that you did? Uh, me either.)

But I’m hoping to love it. Not ever second of it. Just the whole of it. And I’m hoping that my children understand, if not now, someday. Because while I’ve been a happy camper for the past three years, living out my dreams and chasing them through the leaves, it’s been a long, long time since I’ve looked this happy.

Love the Camera
(Shirt via Threadless.)

I’m excited to embark on this new journey. I’m scared, of course. But that kind of adrenaline pumping, see-what’s-around-this-bend kind of fear. The leaves of change have definitely fallen in our yard. I suppose it’s time to rake them up and jump into the pile of change we have created. What else is there to do?

Except to photograph every last blessed moment of it all.


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18 Replies to “I’m Going Back to Work”

  1. Congratulations!

    Mommy guilt is BS. Especially in your case. You have an far, far better model of child raising than the bourgeois nuclear family version, it sounds like to me. We should all be blessed with such balance between family and community, extended family and friends, male and female role models of care, etc. etc.

    .-= Shannon LC Cate´s last blog ..Identification and Identity =-.

    1. Thanks, Shannon.

      That latest Mommy War (crap) hit the Internet before I had answers to my deal breaker questions. I knew that we, as a family, couldn’t swing full time and I was nervous that they were going to push for it. So I was trying to mentally prepare for a necessary battle and that (crap) was thrown in my face. Again, if my children sustain irreparable damage for being forced to spend time with parents or grandparents, I’ll pay for their therapy. In fact, if that’s the only thing they’re in therapy for, I’ll be ecstatic.

  2. Congratulations to you Jenna. I know you will do a remarkable job outside the home as well as inside. And as a grandmother, I have say congrats to the grandparents who will get to spend more time with your boys.

  3. I am very very happy for you and I think it is wonderful that you can do what you what to do without sacrificing the needs of all members of your family It will be hard at times but the best things in life usually are. Congratulations!!
    .-= Upstatemomof3´s last blog ..Beginnings =-.

  4. That is so awesome! I work for a newspaper now and mainly do the community job (obituaries and wedding announcements, etc.) I do some photography as well and a few stories. That’s what I went to school for so I’m glad I’m still in the field. I do have mommy guilt from time to time, but at the same time, I’m doing something I love while he’s spending time with his daddy and then his friends. At night and on the weekends he is all mine. I only wish his daddy (my boss at work, I might add, as the news editor) was home with us at night too, but we also make up for it on the weekends! This is so awesome and I can’t wait to follow your journey into your new job!
    .-= Lisa @ Boondock Ramblings´s last blog ..Will Halloween really happen this year for our little Spiderman? =-.

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  6. CONGRATS!!! I am so proud of you. Seriously, are people still debating the whole working mom/stay at home mom drama, AGAIN?

    How ironic that I also start a part-time job, next week!?!?

    Although, yours sounds much more glamorous. Mine involves hanging with a bunch of sweaty women and trying not to break any exercise equipment :)

    Still, the hours are flexible (even when kids are in school, full-time, they do get sick and there’s that whole summer thing) and brings in some much needed extra milk money :)

    Good luck!
    .-= Liz@thisfullhouse´s last blog ..It’s Not the Years, HONEY – It’s the Mileage! =-.

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