Tuesday, August 10, 2004

Working Girl

Well, I go to work today for the first time in a year...it is only a 6 hour shift, but I haven't left Eva that long yet in all of her 10 months, so it is a little hard--but since I am only working about 4 days a month, I can't complain. Plus, OF COURSE the one day I have to go to work, she is up every HOUR last night...I think she is teething, and Stacy, thanks for the gel suggestion. I try to go the homeopathic/holistic route whenever possible. However, at this point, I think I may need some illegal substances to be able to carry on with my exhausted life. UGH.

There have been a lot of birthdays this week for the Porch peeps...Jenell's is today, Dan's is Friday, Jeff and Stacy's close together....we should have all arranged some sort of party halfway between Denver and Minneapolis. Anybody in for a road trip to Omaha?

Today, I am thankful for Target carrying affordable work clothes so I don't have to wear holey sweats on the job, the dry Colorado air that makes the heat bearable, and the distant hope that one day soon I may experience more than 5 hours of sleep per night. My blogs and my life will be much more interesting once that occurs. But, for now, I will milk the "I only get 5 hours of sleep per night, so don't expect me to be _________" (the blank could read: "happy", "cleaning the house","willing to do that", "ready for sex", "able to have this conversation", "my best self", etc...

Come to think of it, maybe this sleep deprivation thing might not be so bad after all.


1 Comments:

Blogger Stacey said...

Work? What's that?

I'm with you on the upsides of sleep deprivation, though...bring it on, baby!

As for illegal substances, I tend to stick with caffiene (which probably should be illegal for some of us (read: me). All I have to do is drink a Starbucks doubleshot and I'm just as jittery and unfocused as I'd hoped.

Good luck on the job! It'll hurt you worse than it does her, unfortunately. We work so dang hard to be indispensable as moms, and then our kids don't even have the good sense to miss us when we're gone (and often missing them desperately).

August 12, 2004 at 11:00 PM  

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