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What am I? Some sort of Super Man or something?
December 30th, 2009
Oh. Em. Gee. What the H-E-Double Hockey Sticks was I thinking with this whole “working full-time” bullshit? Let me give you a detailed list of all the ways this sucks:
1. I haven’t worked full-time in more than three years. I’m not used to being away from home so many hours a week. My ass is not accustomed to sitting in a hard office chair for so many hours a day. (Especially without all the ass-padding it used to have!) I’m not used to having to use an alarm to wake up at ungodly o’clock. With being pregnant, so sleep is sketchy at best which makes the aforementioned ungodly o’clock rising even harder to take.
2. I’m supposed to be gone from home for 50 hours a week and still run this joint? How in the world am I supposed to find time to clean and launder and grocery shop and cook dinner in addition to spending Quality Time with my kid? It’s IMPOSSIBLE, I tells ya. IMPOSSIBLE. I get home from work and devote Maddie’s pre-bedtime hours to dinner and playing and snuggling. Then, when she goes to bed I try to get my shit done. By the time that’s all finished, it’s time for me to drag my tired ass to bed. (I’ve never worked full-time with a kid, btw. Once she was born, I went back on a part-time basis.)
God, I’m saying all this like I’m the only person in the history of ever that’s had to balance work/home/family. NONE of you has EVER done this herculean task! And I’ve been working for all of THREE DAYS and am pissed because I haven’t found the perfect routine. Because certainly, three days is plenty of time to adjust to a major life change. If you’ve stopped reading because of my blatant douchebaggery, I completely understand. Hell, I’d quit reading, too.
BUT!
My job is great. I like what I do. Well, I like what I think I’m supposed to do. I’m probably doing it all wrong. The people I work for and with seem nice and laid-back. I talked to my supervisor about Situation Knocked Up today and she took it really well. She didn’t seem upset or like she thought I was a douchebag for not disclosing the info in the interview. I like being around adults again and not spending all day dealing with a tiny, sometimes evil, dictator. I’m enjoying actually missing Maddie instead of wishing I was anywhere else but home with her.
Also, there will be MONEY soon. An actual, real live paycheck that represents all the hard work I’ve done. And I won’t be poor! Ok, well I’ll still be poor, according to my money managing husband, but STILL.
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Dude, is there enough of that actual money to hire a housekeeper? Even monthly or twice monthly? I know houses need cleaning more often than that, but I think you might find that the house cleaner does a far superior job and the major cleaning tasks can wait until she is there. I don’t really know of which I speak though since I have my house cleaned all of three times per year when my mom is on vacation and she feels badly that her house cleaner isn’t being paid.
I’ll tell you that, for the most part, I don’t do jack shit after Ava goes to bed. And I don’t plan to start. Whatever gets done between the time I get home and the time she goes to bed is IT. Therefore, I end up doing most housework on the weekends, but whatever. That’s fine with me. I need that time during the week.
Word. It’s like there are two work/family speeds: holyshitoverwhelmed and really…really…monotonous/boring/slow/poor.
UGH.
I just got a “real” job for the first time in 15 years in September. And I totally agree with everything you posted. My kids though are 14, 12, 10, 10, and 7 so they are at least somewhat capable of doing what needs to be done. But the evenings for us are filled with homework and chores and reading for school. I treasure the weekends much more.
And it took us about 2 months to get into a “routine”. So don’t freak yet. The first week about killed me (and I am not pregnant). It got easier from there.
I think that working full-time will always be a test in “how many balls can 1 person juggle”. However, after this initial adjustment period I really have hope and faith that things will become more manageable and less overwhelming.
Until then, if I were you, I’d think of myself on “Survival Mode”. Only do what NEEDS to get done for SURVIVAL- the rest will patiently wait until you are all used to this new life!
(The “Survival Mode” mentality is how I survived those first 2 years- yes, YEARS- with twins.)
Dude. I DON’T KNOW how working (outside the homes) moms do it. I’ve always wondered. And here’s what I think: you are pregnant and and new to full time working and it is totally reasonable to either tell GErald that you physically CANNOT shoulder all your normal household responsibilites without some help from him, hire some kind of cleaning service, even just once a month, or, failing both of those, just totally do the minimum needed to avoid utter chaos for awhile. Let the dust gather, etc. You’ll get to it eventually when those nesting hormones kick in!