Yeah, I'm pretty lame. I love to blog. I dream about blogging at night and wake up all sweaty and smiley. And yet, I never blog. My excuse:
I started work this past week. Yup, I gots me a job. Not just any job but the job I wanted. To wit: a 15-minute commute. No travel. A 5-person ad agency. Casual dress. A boss who brought in a million little bags of Sun Chips for everyone yesterday. After my foray into corporate America, this is really great. Yeah, it tortures, maims and kills me that most of my paycheck goes to daycare and health insurance but this is life.
Now, after hearing from 36 people that putting Mary in daycare after our 10-month honeymoon together would hurt me more than it hurts her, I was saddened to see that no, she is hurting worse. Sure, I cried every morning when Brian took her out the door, but it is Mary who comes home at the end of the day looking shellshocked and boogery, wondering what the hell she did to wind up in juvie. Seriously, by day two she was sick. So much for breastfeeding ratcheting up the old immune system. Yes, I know she'll adjust but for now, this is killing me. She isn't herself and I am sick about it. What I keep thinking of is the Simpsons episode where at we finally see the caption on Maggie's picture on Homer's desk at work, "Do it for her". I work for the girls. It makes a better me and it'll keep us out of the poor house. To quote Brian's favorite saying, "this too shall pass".
Sigh. And I think I really will like my job. And it was HARD and exhausting staying home with the girls, even with Annie in school three days a week. But just, sigh. AS long as I am tossing out the favorite quotes, here's mine, of late, "It's hard to be a woman". Who dat from? Tammy Wynette? Loretta Lynn? Well, thanks old country-type lady. Big ups.
