Guys, working is like, really hard. Here are my ADHD thoughts on my first week back.
- First of all, I L.O.V.E. my job. Like really love it. I missed it a shitload. I won’t be saying this in November when I’m in the dark depths of hell and I can barely peer out from above my marking pile, but for now I’m really enjoying this sweet sweet reunion with my colleagues, students, and just generally being busy and productive.
- There are no words to describe my exhaustion. I’m not waking up any earlier than normal, and I’m not sleeping any worse than I usually do, but hoooooooooly hell do I miss my daily nap, and never leaving the house before 10 am! I have this big gap in the middle of my day (prep period and lunch) between 11:30 and 2:15, and every day I’m real tempted to hit up my car for a snooze.
- When you haven’t seen your colleagues in over a year, whether it’s conscious or subconscious, the first thing they all do when they see me is glance down at my belly. I’m not sure why. It’s either (a) to see if I’m still pregnant, (b) to see if I’m still fat or (c) to see if I’m pregnant again. Probably B is the most likely reason, but I’m really not too sure.
- The glee of being an adult again makes me want to jump in the air and click my heels together and shit.
- Cooking? Working out? What’s that?
- I got my first pay check (cheque?) today and it made me want to jump in the air and click my heels together and shit. Eff you EI.
- I can’t get over how much help I’ve needed to get through. Praise Jeebus for amazing husbands who wake up at the asscrack of dawn with you to watch your child while you hoover breakfast and get dressed. Also praise Jeebus for husbands who cook dinner, clean up after dinner, and also do daycare pick-ups when you’re working late.
- It’s so great going to work all day and not worrying in the slightest about your child. O is in amazing hands and she just loves going to daycare every day. Yes, our transition was rocky, but mostly due to her being sick. Now she’s thriving and there are smiles and waves and hugs every drop off and pick up. She’s only been there two full weeks and she’s already walking with just holding my finger. This is major progress, because previously she had zero interest in walking. Now if she’d only nap for longer than an hour or hour and a half. The angry red-faced elf rears her ugly (okay cute) head every night promptly at 6 pm. But other than that, I know she’s eating well, learning, playing, socializing, and all that other good stuff that comes with daycare.
I’m sorry I neglect the blog. I really do want to keep it up. I promise to do at least one post a week, if not two.
XO, MISS First Time Mom