Tomorrow is Sam's first day at daycare. It's only half a day, but to me, it's the end of a year that's been really special. I am afraid of how our lives will change. I am afraid I won't have enough time to spend with Sam. I am afraid I won't have enough time to spend with Tim. I am afraid my own time will suffer. I am afraid that I won't be able to keep cooking the way I want to - that we will slip back into patterns of quick, easy, less nutritious meals. I am afraid I won't have time to get to the gym, to go running, to exercise. I am afraid I will take on too much and have a break down. Fail. Drop the ball.
How do women do it? Balancing a career, and their families, and their own interests. I am approaching this hurdle with trepidation. I'm going to eat some chocolate.
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