She works hard for the money

Y'all, this is my third day of working an eight-hour day outside the office (as opposed to a ten-hour day in yoga pants moving from my desk to my comfy chair and back), and consider my ass kicked. On Friday, I came home with take out, ate my dinner at 6 PM, then fought to stay awake until 9PM, which I managed, and slept until 9AM on Saturday. And whereas when you work from home, you can do some loads of laundry and your food prep for dinner during the working hours, regular working women have to do it when they get home. I have been dreading this part of going back to an office, and spent three months asking working moms I know how the f*** women do this.

I do like my job, though. I have very little idea what I am doing, in analytics, but we all seem to share a confidence that I can quickly figure this out. I have yet to hear any water cooler chat about the Kardashians or the Jodi Arias trial, but maybe I just have not found those people yet. Maybe there will be some Amanda Knox chatter this morning.

Back to exhaustion. Last night I was complaining to Cydney that I had just fixed my hair and worn makeup yesterday, and it was not fair that I had to do it again today. When combined with Part One and Part Two and wait-for-this-weekend Part Three, I'm so tired. And then there's trying to get us all fed, clothed, and out the door ready for the day at the same time, which usually involves tears. I know. Middle class problems. I bow to the moms who have done this from the beginnings of birthing multiple children and worked forty-hour weeks. 

Cydney reminded me yesterday about this scene from The Whole Nine Yards, which is appropriate for my state of mind this week. I am aware that the longer I do this, the easier it will get.

 

Remember that part about selling my house after we did a few clean-up, repair and replacement projects? THIRTEEN houses in my small subdivision are currently for sale. Hopefully by the time our honey-do house list is complete, the competitive field will have narrowed a bit. I am going to try to have my excess cleaned out in time for the neighborhood garage sale on April 13th. Even if the house is not ready to be shown, a "coming soon" sign in the yard is good marketing.

Next post and new blog design should be up Friday evening or Saturday morning. I also owe you inspiration posts for the two bedrooms in our yet-to-be-selected next home. I'm catching my breath. Be cool.