We are now two parents working from home and learning the ropes of working at home AND learning the ropes of our new work-from-home gigs. Which means, of course, that our two part time work-from-home jobs are actually two full time, work-any-spare-second jobs and WHOA. This is a transition.
Thankfully, we're both delighted about our new gigs. And, thankfully, we're both feeling pleasantly challenged ( I DO still have a brain! Who knew?!?) and happy to be getting paid to do what we each paid 29872384234 gazillion dollars to learn to do. So that helps. But currently one or both of us is ALWAYS WORKING and that is a pain in the ass. Also, the kids are not enjoying that aspect. The following sentence is common around these parts: "I know. Mommy/Daddy's working." Following by a HEAVY sigh and seven thousand tiny violins.
Poor kiddos. Change is hard. I get it. It's hard on us, it's hard on them, it's hard on the whole family unit. Honestly, I'm a little confused about how to do it right because these 1am jaunts are kicking my ass. And Mr. Squishy's, too. We're figuring it out, though, and slowly but surely I feel like there's a light at the end of this damn tunnel we've been living in. This tunnel that still manages to have asshole neighbors.
It's exciting to be on the road to stability and to feel that we're BOTH taking part in everything again. We have been all along, of course, but now it's easy to see from an outside perspective, and that brings relief. Now, we both have to take on the kids, we both have to do stuff around the house, and we both have to work. I've loved being a stay-at-home parent (and technically, i still am a SAHM), but hot-damn is it nice to know that I'm not going to have to respond to this anymore: "Oh, you're a stay-at-home mom! So... what do you DO all day, anyway?" Oy.
So here's to stay-at-home moms! And stay-at-home dads! And here's to working parents! And to work-from-home parents! And to every possible variation in between! We're all working our heinies off and, shit people, we all deserve a drink and a night off. ONE DAY. Cheers to all of you. (And our kiddos, too.)
* * *So, even though I'm working now, I'm still also home with my kids. So I still hear the delightfully ridiculous things that come out of their mouths. Wanna hear? I THOUGHT SO.
Daddy (while reading The Grinch Who Stole Christmas): " And the one speck of food that he left in the house was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse."
Big One: "Well... the microbes will eat it."
Daddy: "Thank you for sharing with your brother."
Big One: "But I hate sharing."
Daddy: "Don't hate sharing."
Big One: "But I have to hate something."
"glitter" = litter; as in, "Mommy? Why do people glitter?"
"flumber" = slumber; as in, "Flumber! I flumbing! Brudder? I fleep. I fleeping."
"fleep" = sleep
"telesgoat" = telescope
"microfope" or "microsgoat" = microscope
"pisspeer" = disappear
"hair rawr-oo" = where are you
"shrank" = drink
"freet" = treat
The above 3 just resulted in the following sentence: "Hair rawr-ooooo, Brudder? I get a shrank and a freet!"
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AND, I'm still happily contributing to Rattle & Pen, where I recently wrote a little something about the balancing act women live through every day. Which I now relate to on multiple levels. I'm dropping a lot of stuff. Go check it out here.