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I feel like that is what life is doing to me
right now...turning up everything to an eleven. Before I delve into
life lately, let me preface this by saying I am grateful for
all that I do have. I have two healthy, happy, thriving babies, a
beyond amazing husband, a supportive family amazing friends, a roof over
my head, a job, and so forth.
That being said...
1. My job has been very busy. The stress level keeps growing. The responsibilities, expectations, and tasks pile on each week. I am not sure how some of my co-workers are managing with more projects than me. That's about all I will say for now. Mostly because it wasn't that long ago that I would have killed for any job and I should still be grateful. To sum it up, I have been bringing work home or coming in on the weekend as an attempt to keep up, and I am no where close. And no one wants that.
2. My little guy has started physical therapy for a very common in twins condition called torticollis. We have been doing some stretches and exercises at home, too. He has made a ton of progress and did great at his first appointment yesterday. The problem is getting him to every other week appointments that can only be scheduled between 8 and 5. Just adds to an already complicated schedule, not to mention the logistics when we are only taking one baby. The other baby can't really come with because Mom or Dad have to help with the PT.
3. And, the piece de resistance, our nanny told me yesterday that "it's not going to work out." She said it wasn't us or the babies, and I guess I would rather know sooner than later if she was overwhelmed and feeling incapable. Still, I almost fainted and threw up on the spot. So, since yesterday at about noon, we have been in full fledged day care search mode. It was stressful and time consuming the first two times I did it this past spring, then again in June and July. Do.Not.Want. I put out a blast on Facebook about our situation which is so not like me, but am glad I did. I've already received lots of leads. As much as I get annoyed with people on Facebook, it does come in handy to reach a wide audience quickly.
4. The combination of #1 and #3 is a bigger picture type complaint. We both have to work, but we can't afford day care. What a joke. It's no secret there is a shortage of day care in this area. Not to mention, Minnesota has one of the worst states in the country in regards to home day care performance and regulation. We have one of the higher in home day care death rates in the country, as well as one of the highest day care prices per capita in the country, too. (I know there are links to back up my stats but I really don't have the energy. Google it.)
That being said...
1. My job has been very busy. The stress level keeps growing. The responsibilities, expectations, and tasks pile on each week. I am not sure how some of my co-workers are managing with more projects than me. That's about all I will say for now. Mostly because it wasn't that long ago that I would have killed for any job and I should still be grateful. To sum it up, I have been bringing work home or coming in on the weekend as an attempt to keep up, and I am no where close. And no one wants that.
2. My little guy has started physical therapy for a very common in twins condition called torticollis. We have been doing some stretches and exercises at home, too. He has made a ton of progress and did great at his first appointment yesterday. The problem is getting him to every other week appointments that can only be scheduled between 8 and 5. Just adds to an already complicated schedule, not to mention the logistics when we are only taking one baby. The other baby can't really come with because Mom or Dad have to help with the PT.
3. And, the piece de resistance, our nanny told me yesterday that "it's not going to work out." She said it wasn't us or the babies, and I guess I would rather know sooner than later if she was overwhelmed and feeling incapable. Still, I almost fainted and threw up on the spot. So, since yesterday at about noon, we have been in full fledged day care search mode. It was stressful and time consuming the first two times I did it this past spring, then again in June and July. Do.Not.Want. I put out a blast on Facebook about our situation which is so not like me, but am glad I did. I've already received lots of leads. As much as I get annoyed with people on Facebook, it does come in handy to reach a wide audience quickly.
4. The combination of #1 and #3 is a bigger picture type complaint. We both have to work, but we can't afford day care. What a joke. It's no secret there is a shortage of day care in this area. Not to mention, Minnesota has one of the worst states in the country in regards to home day care performance and regulation. We have one of the higher in home day care death rates in the country, as well as one of the highest day care prices per capita in the country, too. (I know there are links to back up my stats but I really don't have the energy. Google it.)
Because of all of the above, I have stopped reading some blogs. (When I have time to read them that is! And If you are reading this, it's not yours.) As much as I would hate to be "that girl", man would it be nice. A blogger as a full time job/stay at home mom? Sign me up. I wouldn't care what people thought of me and my "busy" schedule, my annoying organic creations, excess nut butter creations, and running a ton of races I wasn't trained* for...I would be happy and home with my babies. Nothing could stop me from wanting that. I know, I know. The whole "if your grass isn't green, water it" and all that jazz. Sometimes you just want things to go a little easier in life.
And now, look at the babies.
See? That makes it all better.
Speaking of the babies, they are 4 months old now. I promise when I have a hot minute I will post more about them and their milestones.
*Not that anyone was paying attention, but that little goal I had to run 50 miles in August was a big fat fail, if you didn't gather that from the above. September is a new month, right? I know, I should be doing stand-up.
