I've had a chance to work a full week now, the first after taking about 3 months off for maternity leave. Why is it you can take 3 months off, come back to work, and STILL feel like you never left?? The days drag by and fly by at the same time, and I'm left wondering where the hours went and how am I supposed to fit in everything I need to do?
I haven't been able to bring myself to get up at 4:30 anymore. This week, 4:45 has been the time I stumble out of bed and start my day. I'll usually spend a few minutes waking up and getting myself halfway ready, then feed Gabe around 5 a.m. When he gets done with that and his morning constitution (which I will have to save for another entry because I actually have a lot to say about that particular subject), it's time to wake up Big Brother and roll him out of bed. We usually leave the house somewhere between 5:45 and 6:30, depending on how things go.
By 7 a.m. I've already dropped the kids off at the daycare and am on my way in to work. Being that I commute to Nashville every day, it's been about 8 a.m. that I find myself arriving at my desk. I used to ride the bus to work, but it's about got to where I just can't make the 6:02 bus anymore, and the next one at 6:08 takes an extra 45 minutes to get me to work due to the different route it takes. It's ok though--I do get to sleep on the bus rides, which is awesome.
Work, work, work...(insert 8.5 hours here)...
After sitting through Nashville rush hour traffic on the way home, I'm pretty frazzled. I'd forgotten how bad some of our local drivers are, and after taking some time off and not having to worry about it on the bus, I think I can safely say that Nashville drivers are bloody scary. That plus the roads are horrible. I had to quit swerving to avoid the potholes in the road because I was afraid I'd be pulled over for drunk driving! Governor: PLEASE use some of our tax dollars to fix the freakin' roads!
The kids and I get home at around 6 p.m. or shortly after. If Hubby is home from trucking, he will often go ahead and get dinner on the table. (I know. How awesome is that, huh? LOL) If not, then I have to cook dinner and feed the kids and myself, then bath time, brushing teeth, washing faces, story time, and eventually lights out. None of that is necessarily in that specific order, but I try.
Somewhere around 9:30 p.m. I find myself at the computer or watching tv. This is my "me" time, time to unwind and make plans for the next day. I'm big on planning and lists and getting things down on paper, so I already have tomorrow's list of errands set out for myself. Of course, the amount of "me" time is directly proportional to just how pooped I am by the end of the day. And usually, I'm pretty pooped. Before bed time, I have to get Gabe's bottles ready to take to the daycare in the morning, as well as pack my lunch for work. By 11 p.m. I'm out. Usually. I stayed up late last night watching a Ray Liotta movie in bed while Hubby was sound asleep. (By the way, Ray Liotta = Eye Candy...woo hoo!! LOL)
I still have mixed feelings about being back at work, but you do what you gotta do. Unlike my home country, having babies in America is not exactly easy on the wallet/purse/pocket book/money clip. But they're cute little things, although I had to turn down the lady at the tire place who was willing to accept Gabe as payment in full a few weeks ago. I told her the hospital has a lein on him, and I can't trade until he's paid off. *grin*
I have a feeling we're going to be paying for him for a long time yet. Eighteen years seems so far away! LOL
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