The Wrath of Reign
I just started my new job and I have to say, I really enjoy it. Everyone has been really welcoming and friendly. I’m serving at a restaurant and it’s the first time for me doing this kind of work.
I was nervous and a bit anxious about getting back into the working world after being off for so long, but it actually has done me some good. I decided to get a serving job so when I go back to school for my Journalism degree, I can work around my classes.
I have never been away from Reign until now, so I was feeling a bit guilty leading up to it. It’s really hard to leave a new baby, especially if you haven’t done so yet.
Friday was my first shift and before I left, James morphed into an almost panic attack. You see, since I have never left the two boys with him alone, and only done so because I couldn’t part from the baby, he hasn’t really had any time on his own to deal with all the chaos, all by himself.
James: So are you just working 4 hours, or until close.
Me: I have no idea. I think I just work until they tell me to go home. Why?
James looked at me with uncertainty.
James: That’s a long time without you here.
Me: (Chuckling) What are you worried about?
James: Going crazy.
Me: You’ll be fine.
So several hours went by and I arrived home to find my husband looking like he’d been hit by a Mack truck.
James: Reign totally knew you were gone, and he was a terror.
Me: What happened.
James: It’s super hard to make dinner when he’s awake and needs your full attention. And he refused to go to bed tonight for a really long time. Nothing I did got him to quiet down. He screamed his head off.
Me: Hmm. Hopefully it goes better for you tomorrow when I’m at work.
I secretly enjoy knowing that all I do around here, has been noticed. He now knows what I go through everyday.
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