Ok, this is about the woes of being a working mommy. Now before other mommies who work at home abuse me, I want to make myself clear that what I meant was 'mommies who work both inside home and outside home'. And again it filters to those with no help like nannies, maids or even other family members. (Un)fortunately I belong to that category. And it has been one month since I resumed work. Working full-time, 5days a week, 8 hrs a day(in office), coming back and resuming house-work for another 4 hrs, till I drop down to bed is my routine now. It seems funny, but I get most of my free time in my office. ☺☺☺☺
First phase aka ..and it starts...:
My day starts with alarm going off at 7 am. Half asleep, I try to dress myself and again with that half finished (missing one shoe, one earring, uncombed hair) I run to her crib in next room and try to wake up my 10 mth old wobbler. After 10 mts of daring attempts(sometimes I have to use cold wipes on her eyes!), and another 20 mts of screaming I get thru the process of changing her, wiping last night's milk from her face , dressing her and mainly trying to calm her to avoid my nervous breakdown. Once she is setlled in her swing with her 'monkey', i run to pack up her 'school' bag aka the-supplies-for-creche-bag.
I run thru the message-for-parents section in their book, and try to sort out what all things to be stuffed into it. My list will be :
- 1 powder dispenser with 4 spoons of Aptamil in 3 sections.
- 4 ounces of pre-boiled water in 3 separate bottles. (the ratio is 1 spoon: 1 ounce)
- 2 pairs of spare clothes (in case she poops on her clothes, which happens !).
- A towel,
- her jacket,
- 2 pairs of socks,
- her soother in a clip, (she takes her anger on it, by throwing it away)
- 1 bottle of Petits Filous in strawberry flavor(ok, I had trouble in pronouncing it, so here *** http://www.petitsfilous.co.uk/index.php?page=how%20to%20say%20Petits%20Filous&titleID=5§ionID=1 ***
- 10 nappies,
- 1 pkt baby wipes
- 2 gloves and a cap (knitted), in case they take her outside at 8 deg C! (blame the Irish weather!)
- her Barney (if not, it is enough for her to kick up a storm).
Then I check my bag; laptop, phone, purse and keys- that's all there. I go back to finish my half-dressed state. Still my left shoe is no where to be seen(must be under some bed). I wash my face in a hurry while talking to my wobbler as she starts screaming, and there goes my left earring thru the drain. Fine, now I have to throw its pair, even if I find it.
Second phase aka Taxiiiiiiiiiiii
My day in office starts with a meeting with my manager at 9:30 am, everyday.(i always wondered why the hell didn't they choose 10 - 10:30am, when I found out that I am the only female in my team. That's what you get for being a mother!). I don't remember attending the meeting without panting (like a dog) after my marathon-session to meeting room. But anyway, luckily I manage to reach there, in my road-runner mode. If my husband has meetings before me, its a cabbie day for us(me and my wobbler). With my expired motor insurance and tax, I cant drive my car till the end of May. But on second thoughts that would have got me a speeding fine!!!!.
Iif I am lucky, the cabbie turns out within 7-8 minutes.But then what happens is that he will be wandering inside the residential area looking for my house number. I run out and frantically waves at him. If he spots me, good, else its another precious 4 minutes wasted.
Now I become the moving coat-hanger. My cranky wobbler and her monkey on my left hip, her bag on my right shoulder, my laptop bag on my right hand, and I am ready to go. Somehow I lock the house, throw the keys somewhere in my bag (which always go missing, after that) and by the time, seeing me over-loaded, the nice cabbie would have mostly opened the door for me.I must say that one day her bottle fell down and rolled under the cab and the poor man has to crawl all the way under his cab, to get it back for me. He didn't want to run over it. The nice man again helps me with the bags, while I get inside with the whimpering wobbler who sensed that she is going to creche.
Leaving her in the creche is long enough for another story. But in few words it would be like, her lips curling down, her eyes brimming, and she holding me tight while the lady over there tries to separate her from me. Now the full screaming starts and when I say 'bye', I get her trademark cold stare thru tears!
Update-->Now she has stopped fighting and seems willingly accepted her life with me!
Now, back inside cab, i check if I have my purse as I have to pay him(one day i even forgot that. Thank God for nice colleagues!). It is there. Now where are my keys? I toss everything and find my keys in some lonesome part of my bag. Pheww...and now I sit back and sigh. The cabbie look at me thru the mirror and says 'Tough day, love?'. I smile..'it is like this, everyday'.
I must say these cabbies are really nice when they see my morning marathon session. Till now, every cabbie who picked me, has charged me 2-3 euros less than what shows up in the meter saying ' That's alright, love..you had a tough morning'
.........and thus my another day starts at office....
The third and the nerve racking session starts at 5pm..but even thinking about it, gives me high blood pressure, and with my high cholesterol, it is not at all good for my heart!!
...................AND, now at 5am, when I see her sleeping peacefully beside me, i feel IT IS ALL WORTH IT, AND I WOULDN'T WANT TO CHANGE A THING OF IT FOR THE WORLD!
♥♥♥JUST the simple pleasure of being a mother♥♥♥.
dedicated to all working moms(living&dead) in this planet !!!