The early morning alarm clock came too soon. Another 4 a.m. Wednesday morning of babysitting, work, and school. I tend to have more things to do than I do time. I packed our clothes, my hair dryer, straight iron, toothbrush, and deodorant nearly in the dark again never missing a beat. Hoping that my son, Tony, would bounce out of bed, I hollered his name. I do this every morning hoping that he will one day just get up and get himself ready with no groaning or moaning. Who am I kidding? Your never to young to start that. After telling him about 4 times he is finally ready and headed to the couch to fall back asleep. Fine by me, he is ready and closer to the door. Next, is my baby girl, Carlee. She is starting to wake up from the movement in the house but not interested in opening her eyes. A quick diaper change will do for now until I dress her for daycare.
Down to the car I walk with Carlee in one arm. Purse, bag with our clothes, and Carlee’s diaper bag on the other arm and my keys to top off my fingers. Slowly Tony trails down the stairs with his heavy feet pounding on the stairs. I always have to remind him that we do have people that live below us. We only have to go about half a block to my friend house to baby sit and the kids are usually back to sleep in 5 minutes. But not me, my day has started and usually doesn’t end until about 1 a.m.
When Doug has returned from 2 hour fitness boot camp that he instructs we are merely wisps of wind walking past each other. Tony is walking to the bus stop to school and Carlee and I are loading in the car again on our way to daycare and work. Carlee seems easy to deal with in comparison to Tony because she can’t quite talk back yet. After both the kids are where they need to be I feel like I can breathe again. The stress and exhaustion it takes to get myself to work after getting them ready makes me feel crazy sometimes.
My adult time, what work is for me, is somewhat a relief as crazy as it sounds. My work resembles my life, unexpected and ever-changing. I got to work today and was told to go to a different location. I am a float receptionist for Oklahoma Cardiovascular Associates, so I float to locations all over the state to cover for people who are calling in or need vacation days. Sounds crazy, I know, but I really enjoy it. Work is over around 4:30 or 5:00 p.m. them to school. I enrolled in 12 hours this semester to add to the chaos. Graduating from college has always been a dream of mine. I will persevere.
Down to the car I walk with Carlee in one arm. Purse, bag with our clothes, and Carlee’s diaper bag on the other arm and my keys to top off my fingers. Slowly Tony trails down the stairs with his heavy feet pounding on the stairs. I always have to remind him that we do have people that live below us. We only have to go about half a block to my friend house to baby sit and the kids are usually back to sleep in 5 minutes. But not me, my day has started and usually doesn’t end until about 1 a.m.
When Doug has returned from 2 hour fitness boot camp that he instructs we are merely wisps of wind walking past each other. Tony is walking to the bus stop to school and Carlee and I are loading in the car again on our way to daycare and work. Carlee seems easy to deal with in comparison to Tony because she can’t quite talk back yet. After both the kids are where they need to be I feel like I can breathe again. The stress and exhaustion it takes to get myself to work after getting them ready makes me feel crazy sometimes.
My adult time, what work is for me, is somewhat a relief as crazy as it sounds. My work resembles my life, unexpected and ever-changing. I got to work today and was told to go to a different location. I am a float receptionist for Oklahoma Cardiovascular Associates, so I float to locations all over the state to cover for people who are calling in or need vacation days. Sounds crazy, I know, but I really enjoy it. Work is over around 4:30 or 5:00 p.m. them to school. I enrolled in 12 hours this semester to add to the chaos. Graduating from college has always been a dream of mine. I will persevere.
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