Rant: no rest for the wicked

22 Aug
And by wicked, I mean those of us selfish and evil enough to pawn off our kids on underpaid daycare workers just so that we can go to work.  I’ve been getting some grief lately about how I spend my time, so here’s a snapshot of a typical working day:
6:45 a.m. Get up – get baby diapered, dressed, get dressed, do makeup, refuse "just a little more" breastmilk, tear child away from distracting toys, make breakfast, feed breakfast, eat breakfast, pack work bag, pack daycare bag, find coats
8:00 a.m. Get squirming child buckled into carseat, drive to daycare, drop off child after several "just one more hugs", drive to work
8:30 a.m. – 4:30 p.m. Sit in cubicle and attempt to be a contributing member of society
5:00 p.m. Pick up child from daycare, dig out half-finished bottle of milk to dodge request for breastfeeding
6:00 p.m. Have a delicious and nutritious meal on the table
6:30 p.m. Unstrap child from booster seat, undress child, bathe child, etc.
7:15 p.m. Bed-time breastfeeding (darn, missed the 7:00 bedtime again!)
7:45 p.m. Pack my lunch, pack child’s lunch, do dishes, clean kitchen
9:00 p.m. Shower (if I’m lucky, ’cause there’s no time in the morning), clean litter box, or do laundry, or vacuum, or do filing, or wash diapers, or fold laundry, or get groceries, or sort recycling, or go to recycling depot, or put out garbage, or put out compost, or paint house, or organize storage space, or install closet hardware (nope, can’t do that, ’cause baby’s sleeping!), or, God forbid, sit down to read or watch a movie to recover from the day’s activities.
11:30 p.m. Collapse in bed, steeling oneself to be up at least twice in the night to comfort child with teething pain; lately this includes demands by child to be brought to bed, followed by bouts of alert wakefulness.
Some days are better than others, but they are very busy days just getting our daily requirements covered.  So please forgive me if it’s been a few months since I last posted pictures of Jade!  I can write posts to the blog once every few days because this is something I can do on a break at work, or over lunch, but I can’t post pictures from work because I don’t have them here, and it takes significantly longer to post pictures than it does to type out a few thoughts.
Last night, I did make an attempt to post pictures (ignoring the lunches I should have been packing, as well as the vacuuming of the living room and the guest room, which might have been nice, since we have some folks crashing at our house for a few days — they arrived at 10 p.m. — but I guess they’ll just have to live with the dust bunnies.  Thank goodness they’re not picky).  I was not successful because our home Internet connection did its usual curmudgeonly thing and refused to cooperate.  After 10 minutes, only one photo had been uploaded, and it was time to abort the attempt.
I really could go on about how I feel guilty for not posting pictures and yet how irritated I am when I am made to feel I have an obligation to do so, or about how I am feeling extremely bored and frustrated by work at the moment and how depressing that is, or about any number of other things, but since I usually try to avoid being actively cranky on my blog, I think I’ve written enough for now.  But please, I will post pictures when it becomes humanly possible.  I’ve been working on it!  If you’re moved to complain, please just can it.  And if you hear someone complain, don’t pass it on.  Because really, it doesn’t help.

2 Responses to “Rant: no rest for the wicked”

  1. Nemmy August 23, 2007 at 4:43 am #

    Aww… I hope I didn\’t sound like I was complaining last time. 😦 You remind me of one of those "For Better or for Worse" cartoons when someone asks Elly what she\’s been up to all day, and how relaxing it must be to be home with baby (which you\’re not doing anymore, but I only bring it up because Lynn Johnston makes it clear that even being at home with baby is anything but relaxing!) Things\’ll get better… Love you!! 

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