Working Girl

I go back to work full time as of next week.
This is my attempt to keep us financially afloat while husband is inbetween contracts with his agency. It's been a tough year for him with departments being axed, work being sent to India, temporary contracts being too temporary and recruitement agencies advertising positions that do not exist. The immense emotional pressure of knowing he is the major bread winner for us as a family has only added to his frustration.
And so I do what I can.
It has come at a good time for the company I work for. Our consultant has been struck by a strange malady (no I haven't poisoned her!) and is unable to work in the department while the doctor's try to narrow down what could be causing her swollen face and itchy skin. While she is quarentined it is up to we few who remain who are trained to work with the machines and chemicals of the photographic lab, to fill her shoes.
At this point in time I'd clean the netty for extra cash.
The truth is, however, that I love the photo lab. I would swap two days doing what I do (I think my official job title is 'dogsbody') for double that in the lab. The work is straight forward, the girls are fab, and our regulars are a hoot. If I had to go full time anywhere, it would be here.
I will, however, miss my little girl.
I will miss her something rotten. What will become of my social life if I have no playgroups to attend, no messy time, no toddler swim sessions or trips to the park? How will I cope without her cheeky face at my elbow every minute of my day? How can I eat my lunch without little hands stealing grapes off my plate? How can I go to the loo without a little voice calling "are you doing a wee or a poo, mam?"
I hope hubby enjoys this time with her as much as I will miss it.