This is my last week of working night shift. Can you see my leg twitching????
Oh course, nothing is going as planneed.
My husband, lost his mind. And decided, at the last Bleepty Bleep minute, that he just couldn’t handle all he would have to do on those two to three days a week I would be working.
All that he has to do consists of….
- taking Pookah to school
- picking Pookah up
- going to work in between
OK OK, I’ll fess up. CDub works 40 miles away from our house/daycare. On a normal day, it takes him anywhere from an hour to and hour and a half to get to work and the same to get home. Sometimes even longer if it’s the height of rush hour. So, he is stressed that he has to change his schedule to get to work earlier, so he can leave earlier to pick up Pookah. AND, he is stressing that he won’t be able to get home in time to pick the boy up.
Hmmm, yeah, but I’ve been talking about this for damn near a year. You decide a WEEK before it becomes a reality to point all of this shit out to me?????
DEEP BREATHS and MAJOR SIDE EYE.
After intense debate, negotiations,and compromise ( on my part once again) he decided that he would at least try.
So, what I really really need is one of three things:
- Another job. Preferably one that will let me work from home or get off at 3pm.
- To stay home and not work at all….he offered, but I like not having to explain why I spent what I spent on three days in New York for Blogher…
- A nanny.
The nanny seems to be the best option at THIS time. But finding one….OMG. I just need one a few days a week to pick up Pookah, bring him home, feed him a snack and wait for CDub to get home.
That’s not too much to ask is it??
Lawd! Why can’t anything just go smoothly in my world??
But if it did, this wouldn’t be My Life now would it?