Don’t worry… it was empty.
I’m 110% exhausted. Monday was a typical day of working from home, but for the rest of the week, I’m working at the office because I have meetings. Yesterday (Tuesday), I set my alarm for 6:30am, but Sally woke me up at 6:15. After getting her dressed and taming her baby mullet, I stuck her in her bouncer and proceeded to try to get ready for the day. About 15 minutes in, Sally started yelling because she didn’t want to be in her chair, duh. Her yelling woke up Johnny, who was trying to catch a few extra minutes of sleep before his alarm went off. I gathered my bag and Sally’s bag, gave Johnny a kiss goodbye, and left the house. I dropped Sally off at my sister’s, snuck out the door, and began the hour commute to the office.
For the next 7 hours, I worked and chatted with coworkers, and downed half a pitcher of Diet Coke to keep from drifting into dreamland. And then at 4:00pm, I began the hour commute home. I looked at the dashboard and saw that it was 70 degrees outside, the first warm day of the year. But I didn’t have the energy to care. A little after 5:00, I picked up my Sal gal, who wouldn’t even acknowledge me for a couple of minutes because she felt betrayed (we have this telepathy thing going on). When we got home, walking from the parking garage to the elevator took an embarrassing amount of effort. Johnny arrived home, and for the next hour and a half, we tried to spend quality time with Sally, whom we haven’t seen all day. She was so very happy to be home, and we colored and ate corn, strawberries, ham, and cheerios for dinner. And by “we” I mean Sally. And then it was bedtime for Sally, and suddenly the house was quiet, and I considered passing out on the couch.
I resisted and instead mumbled, “Johnny, I’m so tired. And in just a couple of hours, I’ll be going to sleep and then doing it all over again.” I called my favorite take-out place because there was no way I was doing anything but stuffing my face and watching TV for the rest of the night.
And I couldn’t help but wonder, How do working parents do this every day? How do they get their kids ready, get themselves ready, and commute every single day? Where do they find the super human strength necessary to do it five days in a row? And the same goes for you dads. No wonder Johnny zonks out if he comes in contact with a slightly soft surface after work days. Working and commuting is exhausting. But working and commuting with kids? Fuhgeddaboudit. Don’t get me wrong… working from home with kids has its insanity moments, too, but I’d forgotten what the office grind was like.
I don’t give props often (mostly because it sounds unnatural coming from me), but major props to you working moms and dads. I am so impressed. It’s totally kicking my butt this week. Also, only two more days ’til the weekend!