It’s time for some good news, since you’ve all listened to me bitch and moan and throw tantrums for the past three months, I’d like to share:
Firstly, thank goodness this morning went so smoothly (not as depicted by my 15 minute lateness to work this morning.) I was just so busy basking in the glory, that I lost track of the time. My stupid alarm clock woke me up after two snoozes, which put me a little behind, but I managed to get Big E up on time, and Little B was so excited about his show-and-tell box and getting to wear a pink shirt to school today that he just bounced around and sang Justin Bieber songs all morning (Baby, baby, baby…oooohhhh…Baby, baby, baby…..noooooo). Big E was pretty perturbed by the fact that Little B has been “Bieber Exposed”, but whaterya gonna do? I managed to find pink shirts and crisp $1 bills for 3 out of four kids, since today was “Bring a dollar for Breast Cancer Awareness and Wear a Pink Shirt” day at their schools. Of course, Big E flatly refused to participate in such a blatant expression of both feminism AND charity. Everyone caught their bus in a timely fashion and I was left with only getting myself ready while avoiding stepping on my co-dependent dog, Daisy…ER, UM, I mean…Zohrdoggy. She follows me around whimpering after the kids leave, as though to express her sorrow that they have, once again, vanished into thin air, and her anxiety that today might be the day that they fail to reappear in the late afternoon. Zohrdoggy is very cute, but she’s very high maintenance. I have a cat too. Her name is Ocho. Well, her full name is “Octavo Hija de puta en vida debajo del tejado.” (Spanish [loosely] translated to: The Eighth Asshole Living Under My Roof). I named her this when Zohrhubby brought me home a cat when I was already overwhelmed by four children and a dog. AND I was politically opposed to cats. And she was already named taco or nacho or something like that, and so since she was a spanish-speaking cat, I changed it to a spanish name that meant something to me. We just call her Ocho now, and Zohrhubby doesn’t really know why. I also kicked her out last winter after my youngest was suspected of contracting cat scratch disease and had to have surgery to remove a lymph node to rule out malignancy. Yeah. No. Cat. In. The. House.
The other good news is (I’m sorry I got so off-track):
I absolutely LOVE my new job. You wouldn’t think it would be that much of a difference since I work the same hours, drive to the same office and sit in the same room (albeit a different desk). But it is so awesome I can’t stand myself. My boss is a workaholic. He takes care of his business. My job is to keep his business straight and type his business. Some days, the typing is very heavy. (Which I admit is kind of hard on my physically). But other days it’s very light. But the stress level is SOOOO much better.
Thought I’d share the good news. Thanks for listening.