Clock-watcher

I thought my days of clock-watching were over when I quit my job.

For the last months of my employment, I was bored and impatient to be doing other things. I thought those feelings would end when I spent joyous, fun filled days at home with my daughter.

Not so.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining—I love that I am able to be home with Cakes. I wouldn’t give it up for anything.

But, it is much, much harder than I thought it would be.

She is a busy, busy girl. She wakes at 6 or 7 and it’s go, go, go until naptime. After nap, we’re back at it and it’s go, go, go until bedtime.

Some days (rainy/snowy/too hot/too cold), by 4:00 I am looking at my watch and am horrified how long there is ‘til quittin’ time.

When she goes down for the night, it’s “fuck, thank God she’s down. Pour me a cocktail”.

The other problem is, blogging has awakened a dormant beast in me. I feel compelled to write and am frustrated by not having much time to do so.

I am extremely lucky. BP is home more than many fathers and I probably get more free time than most. There are many women who are responsible for most of the childcare. I don’t know how they do it—I admire them greatly.

Gotta go now. The boss is calling and my shift aint over yet.

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I’m pleased to report this is my 50th post! Time flies when you’re having fun.

The fabulous Mommy Off the Record just celebrated her 100th post and did something very cool to celebrate. Check it out here.