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Oct. 5th, 2011 05:57 pmSo I'm back at work. The whole avoiding thinking about going back to work doesnt really work when youre actually back at work. When Im there (and busy) Im fine. When Im just sitting like an idiot with nothing to do - it feels so completely pointless to be there.
When I come home and my daughter smiles at me and then immediately has to be put down for a nap cause she's a crying mess - it kinda sucks. She needs a long afternoon nap. I wrote it on her stupid sheet they made me fill out. I verbally told them. Today, I even told them tricks for making her go back to sleep if she wakes up after 10-15 minutes. I mean really, all you have to fucking do is stick the pacifier in her mouth and she falls back asleep. It's not like it's a weird trick or anything.
Now, I see her for about a half hour in the morning while Im trying to eat/get ready for work. I drop her off for the whole day. Come home at 5:30 - see her happy for maybe 4-8 minutes then she starts crying. She sleeps until 6:45-7 cause shes tired and needs a longer nap instead of 3-4 15-20 minute naps. Then when she wakes up, I get to go and make dinner because apparently Mark is a moron in the kitchen and if I dont tell him EXACTLY what to make he cant figure out what to make for dinner or even think about what to make. So, it's still all on me. When she finally wakes up and is happy, I get up and go make dinner.. then eat it.
At that point, it's around 7:45-8 and she's starting to get a little tired cause her bedtime is 8:30 - or she needs to be tired out cause she's wide awake and, at this point, I'm exhausted. She then goes to sleep at 8:30.
So pretty much I went from seeing her and playing with her 24 hours a day to getting to be near her 3.5 hours a day and actually seeing her awake for an hour a day.
Why the fuck do I work? What was the point in having a kid if Im just paying someone else to raise her? And, apparently, they can't do that right. She came home today with someone else's bib on (we do not own any pink bibs), she didn't get her long nap, and they had no idea if she was wearing socks this morning when I dropped her off and they can't find any. Its fucking October, of course she was wearing socks. You had my child for over 8.5 hours and didn't once look at her fucking feet to see if she had socks on? And, yet I'm trusting this people with my kid while I sit in an office somewhere with my thumb up my ass.
When I come home and my daughter smiles at me and then immediately has to be put down for a nap cause she's a crying mess - it kinda sucks. She needs a long afternoon nap. I wrote it on her stupid sheet they made me fill out. I verbally told them. Today, I even told them tricks for making her go back to sleep if she wakes up after 10-15 minutes. I mean really, all you have to fucking do is stick the pacifier in her mouth and she falls back asleep. It's not like it's a weird trick or anything.
Now, I see her for about a half hour in the morning while Im trying to eat/get ready for work. I drop her off for the whole day. Come home at 5:30 - see her happy for maybe 4-8 minutes then she starts crying. She sleeps until 6:45-7 cause shes tired and needs a longer nap instead of 3-4 15-20 minute naps. Then when she wakes up, I get to go and make dinner because apparently Mark is a moron in the kitchen and if I dont tell him EXACTLY what to make he cant figure out what to make for dinner or even think about what to make. So, it's still all on me. When she finally wakes up and is happy, I get up and go make dinner.. then eat it.
At that point, it's around 7:45-8 and she's starting to get a little tired cause her bedtime is 8:30 - or she needs to be tired out cause she's wide awake and, at this point, I'm exhausted. She then goes to sleep at 8:30.
So pretty much I went from seeing her and playing with her 24 hours a day to getting to be near her 3.5 hours a day and actually seeing her awake for an hour a day.
Why the fuck do I work? What was the point in having a kid if Im just paying someone else to raise her? And, apparently, they can't do that right. She came home today with someone else's bib on (we do not own any pink bibs), she didn't get her long nap, and they had no idea if she was wearing socks this morning when I dropped her off and they can't find any. Its fucking October, of course she was wearing socks. You had my child for over 8.5 hours and didn't once look at her fucking feet to see if she had socks on? And, yet I'm trusting this people with my kid while I sit in an office somewhere with my thumb up my ass.
