Dear Friends and Family,
Well. This week is better than last week. But, still not feeling a groove yet. I didn't have enough time at work yesterday so I took work home which I did while Mr. mouse gave P her bath. It feels like I don't have enough time in the day to manage 17.5 hours of part time work which just feels odd, truth be told. I used to manage more than double that less than a month ago. I'm hoping it's just the ramp up to school. If, by the end of September, I still don't have time for myself to do some of my own work, I think I will have to have a hard discussion with my manager about it all.
I'm also annoyed with myself. A colleague asked me to meet him for lunch and I agreed. I wish I had today to do stuff for me, not spend time helping out a friend from over a decade ago. Still, there's a piece of me that realizes maintaining a network and keeping a calendar of outside engagements does feed a part of my soul. So, I accepted. I just wish it wasn't this week.
And, Mr. mouse and I are in a state of denial about next Tuesday. He has an early morning meeting and I do too. Normally, Tuesday is his drop-off day. I feel like he doesn't understand why I can't do drop-off. I'm part-time. He's full-time. I feel like I need to re-establish myself and prove to work that part-time work isn't me punting at the drop of a pin. I also feel like I shouldn't have to "always" work my schedule to fit his. Again, like I said, we're both in a state of denial. And, obviously, next week will not be a normal week because we have a parent meeting Monday night, dinner with another friend afterwards, and this thingamajig on Tuesday morning.
What I wouldn't give for a normal week - a week with smooth drop-offs without a bunch of extraneous hiccups, so that I have some sense of comfort that what I signed up for is manageable. I guess I'm a little scared that what I signed up for isn't manageable. Fingers crossed.
Cheers!
mouse
PS: Yesterday, P tried on all of her dance gear and is now the proud owner of a leotard, tights, tap shoes and ballet shoes. And, I am the proud parent would managed Tuesday pick-up after work without a hiccup. See? Progress.
Well. This week is better than last week. But, still not feeling a groove yet. I didn't have enough time at work yesterday so I took work home which I did while Mr. mouse gave P her bath. It feels like I don't have enough time in the day to manage 17.5 hours of part time work which just feels odd, truth be told. I used to manage more than double that less than a month ago. I'm hoping it's just the ramp up to school. If, by the end of September, I still don't have time for myself to do some of my own work, I think I will have to have a hard discussion with my manager about it all.
I'm also annoyed with myself. A colleague asked me to meet him for lunch and I agreed. I wish I had today to do stuff for me, not spend time helping out a friend from over a decade ago. Still, there's a piece of me that realizes maintaining a network and keeping a calendar of outside engagements does feed a part of my soul. So, I accepted. I just wish it wasn't this week.
And, Mr. mouse and I are in a state of denial about next Tuesday. He has an early morning meeting and I do too. Normally, Tuesday is his drop-off day. I feel like he doesn't understand why I can't do drop-off. I'm part-time. He's full-time. I feel like I need to re-establish myself and prove to work that part-time work isn't me punting at the drop of a pin. I also feel like I shouldn't have to "always" work my schedule to fit his. Again, like I said, we're both in a state of denial. And, obviously, next week will not be a normal week because we have a parent meeting Monday night, dinner with another friend afterwards, and this thingamajig on Tuesday morning.
What I wouldn't give for a normal week - a week with smooth drop-offs without a bunch of extraneous hiccups, so that I have some sense of comfort that what I signed up for is manageable. I guess I'm a little scared that what I signed up for isn't manageable. Fingers crossed.
Cheers!
mouse
PS: Yesterday, P tried on all of her dance gear and is now the proud owner of a leotard, tights, tap shoes and ballet shoes. And, I am the proud parent would managed Tuesday pick-up after work without a hiccup. See? Progress.
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