June 9, 2011

Working Gal, Hardly Working

Oh, at work I work.

[Shifty eyes...what? Did my boss say something to you?]

It's here at home that I've become - in five and a half short weeks, mind you - a complete and utter slacker.

And a food waster to boot. More on THAT tomorrow. Of course.

I've gone from the woman who can take 36 loving pictures of homemade English Muffins, who had time to let Miss "help" (read: eat flour) in the kitchen and who can feed her family for two weeks on what's in her pantry, fridge and freezer and $34.27 worth of groceries to whatever it is I am now.

I've cooked once in the last two weeks. Mr - bless his dear heart - is picking up the slack.

Our meal plans most often say "leftovers", and if there aren't leftovers, we make something up.

I have next to no idea what my kids do every day. Yesterday I got a note at daycare when I picked up Jr that read "went to sleep all by himself this morning". What does that even mean?

I get up at 5:15, the kids get up at 6:30 (although lately Miss has been - shall we say - an early worm bird). I drop them off at daycare between 7:30 and 8:00.

I work.

I leave at 5:00, and pick them up at 5:22. When I walk in the door, we finish up dinner preparations, eat, and usually there's only just enough time for tubby and bed between 7 and 7:30. Then between Mr and I we get the kitchen relatively clean, I do the diaper laundry if it's one of those days, and by 8 or 8:30 we sit down.

I think about going to bed at 9:30, and actually do it around 10:15.

I'm not convinced that I like this life.

I want this one back:


Whoa. Downer.