Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Today, I'm pissed.

I've been so fine and mentally prepared for going back to work....until today. So, I write.

I return to work from my maternity leave on Monday. Yesterday, I was prepared, organized and even a little excited. Today, I am anxious, overwhelmed and a little pissed. I'm pissed because I HAVE to go back to work even though I want to work. I am pissed that people ask me if I have to go back to work, as though its a bad thing. I'm pissed that I've been sick all week and I'm pissed that my work pants do not yet fit me.

For me, as a working mom, it's not the "work" that is the hardest. It's not even the "leaving my baby part" that is the hardest. It's the balancing act that comes with working all day yet still being expected to have toilet paper in every bathroom, a decent meal prepared each night, tummy time, books read, people fed, floors cleaned, clothes washed, time for girlfriends, date nights, bills paid, a good run, etc.

Lets face it, "me" time at this point involves and magazine and a toilet. But, it's what I signed up for and perfection is impossible, so I can only do my best......But for today, I'm pissed about it.

Sometimes, life is like a box chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get. And sometimes, it isn't and you know it is going be hard as shit but will be ok. (Hallmark are you listening??)

Thursday, February 14, 2013

You had me at Merlot.

I'm baaaack.
Happy Valentines day. Blahblahblah. I've never been a big fan of this Hallmark holiday, until today.....

I spent the morning running around getting food (cupcakes) for tonight's dinner with friends. In the meantime, I had called our Pediatrician about Quinn's "abnormal bowel movements" shall we say?

The next thing I know, I'm digging through the trash, looking for yesterday's crappy diapers, to bring in to the doctor to examine. As I was opening soiled diapers one by one and deciding which shitty diaper was shitty enough to bring in, I thought to myself, now This is Love. (For your info, she's fine and like her brother and I, doesn't tolerate lactose.)

From the doctor I drove directly to Hudson's school for the Grandparents Day celebration (which Grandma Dodie just happened to be in town) to watch him perform. I stood in the back of the auditorium filled with grey hairs and watched the entire kindergarten class perform the song "Tony Chestnut" otherwise known as "Toe, Knee, Chest, Nut" where they touch their toes, knees, chest and Head....I found myself praying that when they got to the "nut" part of the song, that Hudson wouldn't grab his own nuts rather then touch his head. He stayed on task but I broke a sweat anyway. Again, I thought to myself, This is Love.

As far as the hubs goes, E made me coffee and delivered it to me in bed, as he does for me every morning (Quinn and I "sleep in" until 7 am.) What's not to love about that?

So folks, I wouldn't say Valentines is my new favorite holiday, but hey sometimes you find love in shitty diapers, inappropriate nut jokes, or just a plain old cup of coffee. Take note Hallmark.