My volunteer work turned into a part-time position. That part-time position has started to consume my life. Part-time my butt! We wanted to make a little extra cash this summer (because of the major outpouring of money due to the wedding) so I took up babysitting. I'm basically this lady's beech. While she goes to pilates, I watch her 10 month old. {And then I realize why babies are not in my immediate future.} After a morning of this, I come home to a plethora of emails and then my mind is running until midnight about all the things I must do.
This may not sound like too much. Maybe you think I'm whining. I am. But you also must remember - this is all coming off an 8 month span (okay 2 years if you include our first trip) of doing
I got lucky this year with HP4K. These suckers are letting me run a muck with their organization. (Actually I'm doing very good things. I promise!) I am, in a way, finally putting my degree to use. Still it's not a full-time position. There is no waking up at 6 a.m. to commute to the office. There is no stretch of hours before finally making it to my lunch break. No 2 o'clock crash, and no counting down the seconds til I can go home and relax for the night. Nope. Being 6 hours ahead meant I could still wake up at noon and not even worry about an assignment for the next few hours. See where this is going yet?
This whole doing work thing, during normal time, while other people are also doing their work, it's catching up to me. Then I forget that I am running a 10k in 2 weeks. I run 3 miles right now and want to call Matt to come pick me up so I don't have to run it back home. Summer shopping? Yeah right. Wedding planning, that's a totally separate issue. That in itself could be a job. Anyone who has ever planned a wedding can attest to it. I'm going to start introducing myself as "Erin - The Consistent Planner & Consistently Tired".
Here we are now, June. I'm dying for a tan and I just can't find the time. Matt just told me I have been working too much. He says I'm always on the computer. I know, I know, I'm sorry. But one day when I'm making kazillions - yes, kazillions - he will be happy. The happiest stay-at-home dad to Lucy, Jack, Ozzy, and whatever children he thinks we're going to pop out soon (NOT SOON!).
Case in point ... He just gave Lucy a second helping of food for the day. More food than she normally gets for a whole day. We're going to have overweight children.
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