Rough Day

Last Thursday I became a full-time working mom.  And on that note, if you don't want to read a whiny, pity-party, rambling post then just stop now.  You've been warned.

I started a temporary (and that is word I have to keep repeating to myself...temporary, temporary, temporary....) job as a specimen processor at a family physican practice.  So basically, anyone with a prescription for a schedule II drug/controlled substance must pee in a cup for me and I process it send it to be tested to be sure the patient is taking the drug (and not selling their pills on the street) and to make sure they aren't taking too much of it or mixing it with things they shouldn't be. 

The job is temporary because the doctors are just getting a baseline on all of their patients over the next 4-6 weeks and then will figure out how often they want to check up on people.  I have worked part-time since Gabrielle was three months old and that never really bothered me.  In my mind it was the dream situation - still working sometimes and making money, yet still raising my own child.

For the next several weeks Gabrielle will be at her babysitter close to ten hours each day.  And the first day I had a rough time.  I was a bit teary the night before my first day, but it was the evening after I got home on my first day that I was a basketcase.  I walked into the house crying and was weepy on and off all night.  Seriously, like total pity party for me.  I never delt with a mintue of post-partum depression, but from what it has been described like.........I totally had it on my first day back full-time!  Hormonal, weepy, basketcase!  And I know it sounds awful, a lot of women have to go back permantly full-time after 6-12 weeks and my G-bear is 15 months.  But hey, I warned you not to read this if you didn't want to hear a whiny, sorry-for-myself post!

My job is TEMPORARY and it will be nice to have some extra, steady income for the next several weeks.  It just shows how much I like being part of my baby's days and experiencing things with her.  I don't like that I have to ask someone else what she did each day, what she ate when, and what her mood is like.  I should know those things.  But I guess mom's are always stuck having guilt whether it be not making a full-time income or not being a part of their baby's day-to-day life.  I enjoyed a lazy weekend with my girl and it will be back to the grind tomorrow morning.       

Grandma was so nice and read the forever long "Go Dog Go" book

Oooh!  There's a kitty in my tunnel!

Let's go pet him!

Aww...he got away....

Having so much fun in her ball house!

And after all that we had refuel with a pear.  A smooshy, yummy pear.

Time to go outside and play!!!!!

She insists on taking her mittens off and then playing in the snow with her hands

Yep......the snow is still cold and wet



Happy almost Monday - NOT!