Tomorrow is my last day of work before I go out on maternity leave. This is significant because I plan to take an extended leave. I’m thinking in units of years as opposed to months.
I’m not going to lie. I’ve been looking forward to this throughout most of my pregnancy.
But as this monumental date has approached, my emotions have become more complex. Work has become more enjoyable. Maybe because I only have to worry about one week’s or one day’s work. Maybe because training my replacement has made me realize that I might know a thing or two. I might actually add some value after all. I don’t know. But these feelings have been a surprising development.
And then there was today.
I arrived at our 6:45 am meeting half asleep. As usual. My co-workers and I exchanged “good mornings” and other such friendly chit chat. A few more people wandered in. I listened peacefully as the work discussion informally began. I asked a perfectly reasonable question in a perfectly reasonable tone of voice. And one of my co-workers replied…
By throwing a temper tantrum. As usual.
And I thought to myself, “Oh right. I’m not going to miss this.”