It's true, I did. My boss was a real piece of work. She expected me to work at ALL HOURS, and to clean up her messes whenever she got herself into a shitty situation.
So, I quit my job as a stay-at-home mom and went back to the 8-5 working world. Say goodbye to the days when I have puke covered pajamas on at 1:00 in the afternoon--- these days I'll be sporting puke-covered pencil skirts instead!
Now, I may joke about Millie being a tyrannical boss, but as any of you who've returned to work know, it's a pretty heart wrenching situation. And, when I say "heart wrenching" I want you to know I'm not being flippant about that term. Every morning it feels as if someone LITERALLY throwing wrenches at my heart.
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I would be pretty upset about this if I wasn't so busy packing Millie's bag for the babysitter. Every morning is now a frenetic race to avoid being late for work. Sean and I pass Millie back and forth, like the cutest game of hot potato in the world, and in the space of about an hour and a half, we get 2 adults showered, 1 baby fed, all 3 of us dressed, the Cricket potty-ed, and the lunches packed for work. (Oh crap--- we forgot the lunches!) Fortunately, I'm married to a man who has taken graduate level Project Management classes, and so we accomplish these tasks with the speed and efficiency of a Nascar pit-crew.
If parents had corporate sponsors like Nascar racing teams do, then our mornings would be brought to you by COFFEE (motto: The only thing keeping us awake right now!) and Millie's car-seat would have a gigantic decal for BOUDREAUX'S BUTT PASTE.
Millie has accepted the change gracefully. She loves going to stay at her cool Uncle Randy's house during the days, and she doesn't cry or throw a fit when I drop her off in the mornings. Mostly, she has adapted by waking up 4-5 times per night, thoughtfully enabling us to still spend some quality time together. Thursday night, she woke up around 3am saying "WELL, I FEEL REFRESHED! What shall we do today Mommy?"
Needless to say, Friday morning I was more dependent than ever on our corporate coffee sponsorship.
Sleep loss aside, I really like my new job. I'm able to do meaningful work with smart and capable colleagues, and it's nice to be around adults for a change. Even with all this, I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss my old boss, Millie sometimes.
Tough and demanding though she was, I don't think I'll ever find a job I love more than taking care of that snotty, wondrous little poop-factory. Luckily, she's agreed to let me pick up some contract work- mostly in the evenings. In fact, I'm working tonight, with my first shift brought to you by WINE (motto: I know it's only 8:30, but you'd better go to bed soon because that baby's asleep. Wine!). My shift starts around 3am.