I really dislike full-time office jobs. It's the majority of work that I've done, it was the end game of my college degree, and I've only done it mostly because I have had to. I've always planned on being a mom staying at home with my kids. That's just me. All the dreams I have ever had (even the ones that are not mom related) do not have an 8:00 am start time.
But what am I kidding? These days my work days start more around seven. If it wasn't for my angel husband, it would be six. They end around 8:00 pm. I never imagined how people worked retail on their feet all day. But I'm on my feet all freaking day. Today I carried Theo and he's rather light and thin, but he did a dead weight hang and I thought I was going to collapse. I picked up a piece of poop off the ground yesterday that had a bite mark on it. It's my birthday this week and I really haven't cared much. Usually I make it into some sort of week long holiday, where all the planets orbit around me and I make grandiose desserts that usually don't taste as good as I hope. I spend too much money on myself and pretend that we make all birthdays this important.
I realized this week that Theo might be interested in this day, as he loves birthdays. So I told him my birthday was at the end of the week. He said, "My party? My Birthday?"
Theo, if I blow out candles on my cake it will be only because I want you to enjoy it. I finally realize now that I do have a full time job. One that always doesn't give me lunch hours, but I can wear whatever I want. And I might be exhausted and frustrated at times like any job, but I never went back to my office computer in the middle of the night just to look at its beautiful sleeping face. That computer didn't teach me how I could be a better person. It just made my eyes hurt. And yes, when I am studying a wet poop nugget, trying to figure out if the bite in question came from a single or multi-toothed person (answer: multi, and it was "yucky"), I wonder if I would like to instead hire a nanny and sit next a desk and a name plate all day.
But I never would do that, ever. I love my job--especially when I get to retell gross poop stories.
8 comments:
Love this! I'm glad he knows it's yucky now so he might not try it again :-)
And you are the best at your job. I'm jealous still of those moments when you all came home from school anxious to share everything that happened to you. Mom got the details, and by the time I got home, you had moved on to playing and everything else. I got the filtered version from Mom, which was never as colorful or animated as first person. Even hearing about poop tasting doesn't have the same affect as experiencing it firsthand. Tell me you let out an audible gasp of shock. Please? Have a great Birthday. You surprised us at your birth, and you keep amazing me in your adventures. Love you.
i am dyyyyyyiiiiiinnnnnnngggg! basically all of my germophobe nightmares combined couldn't be worse. oh mal, we are laughing so hard. what did you do? brush his teeth? send him to jon for a cleaning? haaa, i can't get over that.
happy happy birthday my dear! you are a great mother and i'm certain that your little ones are verrry glad you are their mama. and you better blow out some candles on your cake! i want you to! xo
Vanessa, didn't think about brushing his teeth. Honestly, it went from grossed out to over it more quickly than was appropriate. It was Margot's poop, rolled out of her diaper when daddy didn't replace the pants after a diaper change a few minutes before. So, baby poop is pretty clean right?
You deserve to murder a cake on your birthday while you put your feet up and the kids are in bed. And some ice cream. Is that the first time theo tried poop in all his long/short life? Thought it would have come up sooner.
this was a great post and mirrored my week (minus the birthday) in some strange ways. You're cool
I loved reading this. Thanks for sharing. And happy birthday!
What an awesome mom you are!!! and you are right, this job is the very best you could have. Your kids are lucky to have you in their tiny lives. (your husband, too! He owes you big time for poop episode!) Happiest of birthdays to you!
Post a Comment