For the record
My life is a but consumed right now by a 9-month-old that wants to be held. All. The. Damn. Time. And one that has be shuffling my ass to the day job routinely during the week now. I'm finding it more tiring than I had expected. Which, quite frankly, makes me pissy.
Sure, I thought more in-office days would make me tired. Who wouldn't be? I have to get up an hour earlier to get my face looking somewhat normal and presentable. Then there's my hair. The children fed, clothed, presentable. Not to mention bringing them to school/camps/daycares. Oh and my coffee. And maybe something to eat for me. Hygiene and all that. And the bags.
Diaper bags with pumped milk, diapers, changes of clothes, food. Bags of lunches, camp clothes, swim suits, towels, money, extra socks. And bags with laptops, notebooks, pens, cell phone, more notes from last weeks meetings. And more lunches, and books to share, and presents for the party I missed last week.
All in an extra hour in the morning. Then there are the endless calls to work, for work, to the sitter, from the sitter, a few extra to the day camp about my son's inhaler and a form I forgot. And well... you see where this is going. It is tiring just talking about it. And now, day 3 into this new routine? I'm ready to throw in the towel.
Sure, I thought more in-office days would make me tired. Who wouldn't be? I have to get up an hour earlier to get my face looking somewhat normal and presentable. Then there's my hair. The children fed, clothed, presentable. Not to mention bringing them to school/camps/daycares. Oh and my coffee. And maybe something to eat for me. Hygiene and all that. And the bags.
Diaper bags with pumped milk, diapers, changes of clothes, food. Bags of lunches, camp clothes, swim suits, towels, money, extra socks. And bags with laptops, notebooks, pens, cell phone, more notes from last weeks meetings. And more lunches, and books to share, and presents for the party I missed last week.
All in an extra hour in the morning. Then there are the endless calls to work, for work, to the sitter, from the sitter, a few extra to the day camp about my son's inhaler and a form I forgot. And well... you see where this is going. It is tiring just talking about it. And now, day 3 into this new routine? I'm ready to throw in the towel.
Labels: life, me, motherhood
