I’m here. I’ve alive. Barely. Things have been, busy.
Opportunity is a funny thing.
Remember this rant? At least part of it null. I moved into a new job this week. And it turns out it was MY fault that it took so long.
Oh well, c'est la vie…. I still stand by the rest of that post though.
On day 4 of this new position though, I keep wondering if I’ve made the right decision. Matt is going to smack me for writing this, especially with all the work he has done to help me get here and stay here, but this job is…. Hard. I know, I know- every new job is hard. At least any job that is worth having. I was just so used to easy.
And it feels like my belly has grown an inch a day this week. I know she can feel my stress and at 5 ½ months my belly has turned into a hard ball of movement. Suddenly, I have gone from looking chubbier than usual to looking pregnant. When I sit, my boobs are almost resting on my belly already. I have to pee every time I move. Every. Freaking. Time.
And I am so tired.
I remember my pregnancy with Gracie as blissful once I got past the 1st trimester sickness stage and before I got to the 3rd trimester oh-my-god-my-belly-is-an-overripe-watermelon- waiting-to-burst stage. This time, not so much. Before I could concentrate on me; sleep 14 hours if I so choose; lay on the couch only to leave for more chocolate. Now I am dealing with the irrational daily tantrums of a 2 year old and her new obsession with Sesame Street.
Which brings me to my third rant, because Sesame Street is making diaper changing the bain of my existence because the freaking Pampers have Sesame Street characters on them. But does Gracie want Elmo who graces 2/3 of the package? Noooooo…. she wants Ernie. Ernie who is on one 1 out of every 10. Ernie who’s name she didn’t even know until I explained that he was the one who sings the Rubber Ducky song. And she wants to look at every diaper in the package of 88 before selecting the one she deems worthy for her bottom.
The synopsis of all this?
I have a new job. I am exhausted. I hate Sesame Street. And my blogging may be sporadic over the next few weeks. Please forgive me.
And if your child refuses to wear their size 5 Ernie's let me know and maybe we can work out an exchange.
1 comment:
We seriously had to do that on kid #1 - she'd only wear the Cookie Monster Pampers right around her second birthday, when she was also obsessed with wearing blue every day (immediately before Obsession: Purple) and I swapped Pampers with SA, because *he* didn't care. #2 shows a preference (but not demand) for Elmo but has little regard for Ernie...are you in Baby Dry or Cruisers? Maybe we can help you out.
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