Sorry about the slow week

Hey, did you know babies are kind of time consuming? Throw in laundry, cooking, and attempting to keep the dog-hair-tumbleweeds from getting larger than the dog and there isn’t that much time for blogging. If I tried to update daily it would be like this:
Monday – The baby was extra hungry today and needed to eat every hour. I’m really tired.
Tuesday – The baby threw up a lot today. I’m really really tired.
Wednesday – The baby was really awake today and wanted to be entertained. I’m really really really tired.
Thursday – Hey, have I mentioned that I’M TIRED?
Friday – Oh thank God E can take the baby today. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

As tired as I am, I realized yesterday if I was like the millions of women in America who can only take 6 weeks of maternity leave, I would already be back at work. I don’t know how those women can do it. (Duh, because the have to. Please Google “maternity leave laws” and be horrified) The baby doesn’t sleep at night. He isn’t any closer to being on a schedule today than the day he came home. He still needs to eat every 2-3 hours. He doesn’t understand the concept of “I’m leaving at 7 am so I need to be showered and puke free at 6:55”. Breastfeeding would go from the easiest, fastest way to calm and feed the baby to a huge ordeal with pumps and bags and tiny coolers to carry around. And my baby still hates the bottle, so the thought of leaving him to fight and thrash and scream at someone four times a day actually makes my breasts ache. Don’t even start with how hard finding a safe, licensed, nearby, affordable daycare that has a opening for an infant. I would probably end up leaving the baby with my 80 year old chain-smoking neighbor in exchange for refilling her vodka supply and consider myself super lucky.

As much as I’d hate to spend 8+ hours a day away from the baby (He laughed today! I’d be really sad to hear about that from a daycare worker) I think the worst part would be trying to do a job – ANY job – while so exhausted I can’t even remember if I brushed my teeth today. Or yesterday. Or at all since I got home from the hospital. I’m so pissy the thought of having to be polite or customer servicey is just laughable.

“Good Morning, thank you for calling Real Estate Office, how can I help you?” “Hi, I’d like to know the price of that house? On the road? By the tree? You know, the big one?” “ARE YOU A MORON? What kind of idiot question is that?! I don’t have time for this crap!!!”
“Hey Suzanne, can you help me with the printer? It’s not working.” “DO I LOOK LIKE THE PRINTER REPAIR MAN?? Why do you think I can help? I didn’t go to printer college, I’m just NOT RETARDED.”
“Excuse me, is this your file on the copy machine?” ****hysterical sobbing****

I know I am incredibly lucky to be able to choose to stay home. I’m even luckier that choosing to stay home doesn’t come with a compromise like no health insurance or giving up the car. It is starting to push our financial situation a little bit but for now using my clothesline on sunny days is “quaint” rather than “if we use the dryer one more time today we’ll have to unplug the refrigerator.” Right now I’m going to go save some electricity by turning all the lights off and going to sleep. I love Fridays.

7 Responses to “Sorry about the slow week”

  1. erniebufflo says:

    Um, I think I acted like that as a not-mommy working in a real estate office ;)

    Guess what we got in the mail yesterday. No really, guess. An “udder cover.” Sent to JON.

  2. Brigid says:

    I was awake the other morning and Nesko asked if I’d changed Nick’s diaper. I couldn’t remember if I had changed it, and it had only been half an hour. Tired? What? NO.

  3. bebehblog says:

    Ernie – I don’t even know where to START wondering how that happened. Or what exactly an udder cover is.

    Brigid – You need an Itzbeen!
    I thought it was a totally useless product until I had a baby and realized I couldn’t even remember my own name most mornings, let alone the last time he was fed/changed/which side he ate from.

  4. erniebufflo says:

    I just blogged it, but an udder cover (horrible horrible name) is a nursing cover up. That my husband bought. Because it was a great deal. “Oh, no, no, it’s not a hint!” I’m pretty sure weird things like this only happen when you’re married to a pediatrician. He’s more excited to have kids than I am at this point!

  5. Other Erin says:

    So he finally figured out laughing? Awesome.

  6. lalaland13 says:

    Yeah, maternity leave in this country is a sack of crap. Oh guess what? We’ll give you up to 12 weeks of unpaid leave! Haha!

    Plus once you leave the job force to have a kid, it’s insanely hard to get back in. Which is bullcrap.

    I hope you stay home as long as you want and need to, but also get back out in the job force whenever you want to (if you do want to). My mom the schoolteacher managed to somehow have both her kids in June, right after school let out. I should compliment her timing next time I speak to her.

  7. h_a_l says:

    Yeah the maternity leave thing is ridiculous. I’m lucky enough to get 8 weeks paid and up to 12 weeks off with the guarantee of my job , plus the option to use vacation time to keep getting paid while I’m off. But 12 weeks is nothing, in baby time. She’ll only be 3 months.

    Luckily, my boss has just had lots of grandkids and is baby friendly so he’s willing to let me adjust my hours/work from home so we don’t just have to do childcare right away which horrifies me. And my mom lives close by so there’s that.

    Maternity leave “laws” are such a joke my hearts goes out to those who don’t get paid leave or have to actually pull the mandatory maternity leave card at their job just to get 6 or 8 short weeks unpaid.

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