When I left work around 5:30 this afternoon, I found myself practically running across the bridge to get home. I couldn't wait. It struck me as a bit odd since I've been back at work part-time for nearly 3 months. But then I realized that today was the first day I was away for so long – almost 10 straight hours because I had a team lunch and couldn't make my usual trip home.
It was a depressing preview of things to come. Sophie starts daycare in a few weeks. She won't be home when I take my lunch hour. So these 9- to 10-hour separations will become the norm. Lewis is dreading it as well. We keep asking each other if she's too young to be in daycare all day. We've been thinking of how we can trim her time there. Even though we know it will be great for her development to be with the other kids and learn a lot of new things, we're sad that all our quality time with her will be drastically reduced. Right now I am home on Wednesdays and Fridays, and the idea of working 5 days a week feels insane.
In Sweden, parents of young children are allowed to reduce their hours to 80% so they can spend more time with their kids. And, I must say, I am seriously considering exercising my legal right to take Fridays off.