Wednesday, June 26, 2013

On being a pseudo single mom...

Some notes before I dive in:

1. this may be a double post kind of day.  Who knows, you all may get lucky!

2.  I'm in an awful mood and this post kind of is the product of said awful mood.  Awesome.

So, as I've mentioned, the hubs started a new job right around the time the nugget was born.  In fact his last day at his previous job was the day I went into the hospital to be induced.  When he interviewed for the new job, we knew it would involve some travel.  That was a big concern of mine, what with a new baby on the way.  He was told it'd be like 4 or 5 days a month.  That seemed doable.  Well, fast forward and it's turning out to be a lot more.  For instance, he left on Saturday and won't be home until this Sunday.  Well, barring the few hours he was home on Monday.  He loves his job, so I hate to complain too much.  He hasn't had a job he's loved like this in all the time I've known him.  And he's good at it.  But, it's so hard on me.

We have a great schedule when he's here.  I get the baby out of bed and change him and grab a few quick cuddles.  Then B takes over for the morning.  I then pick up the baby from daycare on my way home from work and we tag team him all evening.  Then, I do bed and bath b/c I just love that time and I don't want to share.  But, with B gone the whole schedule gets messed up and all the responsiblity falls on me.  I know that I signed up for this when I became a parent.  However, that doesn't mean that I can't still get frustrated by it.

Here's where the whining comes in.  B's job is the regional rep for a brewery.  Which means he sells beer and spirits for a living and could almost be referred to as a professional drinker.  He's very passionate about beer and is super knowledgeable about it.  Where some people can pick out what grape is used in wine, he can pick out what hop is used in a beer.  However, when he's off traveling for work, that often involves nights out at bars and what not.  In fact, his upcoming trip includes camping and white water rafting.  So, while I'm at home taking care of the baby and the dogs, he's out having fun in the name of "work". That's the frustrating part.  I know it's selfish, but it would be a little easier to swallow if here were holed up in a hotel room or something.  But, not only is he gone, but he's having a great time in the process while I'm holed up at home taking care of a baby.  I know that being gone from us isn't a walk in the park for him.  He misses us when he's gone and I know it can't be easy being away so frequently.  But, still, it sucks for me.  And, since this is my blog, I get to make it all about me!

The reason for the pissy mood and  venty post is b/c this morning the shit hit the fan.  While I was getting H up and chaning him, one of our dogs peed in our bed.  Yes, peed.  And we have a huge king size mattress that I can't move on my own.  ANd, since our dogs are spoiled, they like to lay near the pillows when we're not in bed, meaning the pee spot is right near where I'd lay my head.  So, now I have to either sleep on the couch or in the guest room for the next several nights while B is still gone.  So, after I get that cleaned up, the baby proceedes to spit up all over his lap and mine. We're both already dressed for the day.  What do I do?  Just wipe us both down with a wet rag and hope that I don't spend my day at work reeking of spit up.  Then, after the spit up incident, he proceeds to cry for the next15 minutes while I try to finish getting everything ready to go.  Then, our older dog, who is blind and senile and afraid of life, decides that "kennel up" must sound like "go lay on your bed".  So, while quickly losing my shit, I'm trying to wrangle a scared dog out of the corner with my foot since I'm terrified to pick him up b/c he's been known to bite when freaked out.  So, yeah, it's been a rough morning.  Days like this make me not care how much B loves his job and how good he is at it.  It makes me just want to pitch a fit and guilt him into taking a regular 9 to 5 desk job.  But, I won't. Ugh.

Ok, end rant.  Maybe.

4 comments:

  1. Brittney KeatingJune 26, 2013 at 9:53 AM

    I think you deserve a spa day when B gets back in town! Sending you hugs. You're an awesome mommy, and your coworkers can just get over the spit up smell... it comes with the territory!

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    1. I think that is an excellent idea friend! I'm going to have to take that up with him...
      And thank you! :)

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  2. You poor thing! I'm an almost single mumma here too (we are always SO similar!!) - Jase is away 4 days out of 7 at the moment. :( Big hugs for making it through!

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    1. We really are! It's too funny. Thanks for the virtual hugs, I need them! And back to you too since your hubs is gone so much too!

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