I’m losing my mind. Honestly who leaves a list like this for someone to do?! I mean come on. I’ve got all but a few items done. Just some last minute picking up, and a quick flick of the mop all over the house one last time and I’ll call it good.
For now though I am trying to escape hell, I mean my job. It’s very hard for me to get away from work. It’s not like most jobs where you wake up in the morning take your shower, blow dry & straighten your hair, blah blah blah whatever you do in the morning. Drive to work–have that extra 10-15-sometimes even longer time to listen to the lame radio shows or that bangin (yes I used the word bangin) new play list you just loaded on your Ipod. Get there do whatever you do. Teach a class, read some e-mail, take a few phone calls, whatever it may be. Do it for a few hours take a lunch break possible smoke breaks every couple hours. Then the last bell rings (for teachers), the clock you have been watching since you walked in finally switched from 4:59 to 5:00. (for some maybe earlier/later) But then you get to go home.
You actually get to get into your car, van, truck, suv, hop on your bike for those greenies out there and go home. Yea you may have to sit in traffic to 2 hours just to go 4 blocks but you can go home grab a glass of wine and turn on the television, and your work day is over. Granted you may have children who need you or pets or whatever, but work work is done, and your HOME.
Not me. I got the shitty deal. I get up every morning roll out of bed, lucky to brush my teeth, immediately I have 2 boys and a needy mom throwing demands at me. From get my clothes, to make me breakfast, to Heather can you make a pot of coffee. All within about 5 minutes of waking up. Its pretty hectic for the first 30 minutes, up until the oldest jumps out of my car in front of the school. Then it’s just the beast and I. I call him the beast only because this kid is. He runs and jumps and falls and doesn’t get hurt. EVER. He’s like super kid! Anyway, if its Tuesday or Thursday we go to Dunkin Donuts he gets his usual (Regular Glaze) and I get mine Small Coffee black and Plain cream cheese on a plain bagel. We sit down and enjoy our breakfast. Then 9:30 comes along and it’s time for pre-school. Ahh Freedom until 12:30. Sort of. I usually get home and have orders barked at me from Mom. (Not my mom) Where’s this. Can you get this. Do this. Do that. Then I usually clean the house, which is a whole other story. It’s a never ending day until about 8:30ish, when I am “off duty” however living in the same house you are NEVER “off duty” EVER!!!!!! EVERR!!!!! Can you tell I’m bitter?!
Monday, Wednesday, Friday is a completely different story I drop the oldest off at school and then its the beast and I all day. All day with a needy 3 year old who refuses to entertain himself long enough for me to use the restroom. Yeah. It’s a little too much.
This doesn’t even begin to touch the bitching I can do about this job. But it is all I’ll do for now.
Thanks for listening. :0)