Another vent from me, I don't think I 'm going to get to be called Captain Optimism anymore!
I had a bad day at work today. First I spilled soymilk on my desk. Then I got so wrapped up in the work I was doing, I forgot it was time to pump, and I leaked milk on my shirt. Then I spilled water on my desk and on my shirt.
Then I realized that I had left the cover letters for two proposals until so last minute, the head honcha wasn't there to sign them. Well, I should say, she often leaves work at lunch time and doesn't come back. When my supervisor called to get the signatures (this is an extremely hierarchy bound non-profit!) the head honcha yelled at her until she cried. I came to get help with something else and saw her, bravely talking with no tremor, while her nose reddened and tears spilled out of her eyes. Oy, I thought, that's my fault.
I also thought, I should be looking for a new job, I don't want to work for someone who is that mean to people I like.
So then i had to go to the last open post office in the most trafficky area of town. I bit the bullet and sawed off my arm and leg to pay for parking. Now I know what it feels like to be robbed by a highwayman. (I'm trying to say that parking in that part of town is crazy expensive.) I got the proposals to the post office and slogged home through the traffic.
My dh was ready to go to work, but first he had to tell me what a hard day he had with the baby. Ds didn't sleep. He isn't eating very well, he's as distractible on the bottle as he is on the breast. Finally dh wore him down--I mean, as in wore him in the baby carrier until he fell asleep.
He's asleep now. so far I'm not leaking. I'm trying to prepare dinner way in advance of dh's return so we can have some.
Anyway, is this what they call Mommy-brain? Do they mean my sudden inability to remember things? I used to be way sharper, now I have to grope around a lot. How about you?
I had a bad day at work today. First I spilled soymilk on my desk. Then I got so wrapped up in the work I was doing, I forgot it was time to pump, and I leaked milk on my shirt. Then I spilled water on my desk and on my shirt.
Then I realized that I had left the cover letters for two proposals until so last minute, the head honcha wasn't there to sign them. Well, I should say, she often leaves work at lunch time and doesn't come back. When my supervisor called to get the signatures (this is an extremely hierarchy bound non-profit!) the head honcha yelled at her until she cried. I came to get help with something else and saw her, bravely talking with no tremor, while her nose reddened and tears spilled out of her eyes. Oy, I thought, that's my fault.
I also thought, I should be looking for a new job, I don't want to work for someone who is that mean to people I like.
So then i had to go to the last open post office in the most trafficky area of town. I bit the bullet and sawed off my arm and leg to pay for parking. Now I know what it feels like to be robbed by a highwayman. (I'm trying to say that parking in that part of town is crazy expensive.) I got the proposals to the post office and slogged home through the traffic.
My dh was ready to go to work, but first he had to tell me what a hard day he had with the baby. Ds didn't sleep. He isn't eating very well, he's as distractible on the bottle as he is on the breast. Finally dh wore him down--I mean, as in wore him in the baby carrier until he fell asleep.
He's asleep now. so far I'm not leaking. I'm trying to prepare dinner way in advance of dh's return so we can have some.
Anyway, is this what they call Mommy-brain? Do they mean my sudden inability to remember things? I used to be way sharper, now I have to grope around a lot. How about you?
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