Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Tea's Tangents: Can My Days Suck Less

  • Yesterday, I made a dumb mistake at work. I apologized. Figured today will be better. 
  • Left 5 minutes late to fix said mistake, still didn't fix it. The way rush hour is set up, that resulted in me being 30 minutes late relieving my nanny. I feel like crap about that. 
  • My children no longer sleep through the night. So after feeding them cooked food, nursing them to bed, washing and sterilizing bottles I crawl into bed. I got 49 minutes of sleep, then Joy got up. Nursed her and put her back in her crib. She woke up two more times. Then Lahna woke up, which means from about 12 a.m. until about 5 a.m., I got up 4x in the middle of the night. That's not sleep. That's torture. 
  • I had a full day to work on a presentation. Only one meeting. This never happens! I spent 3 hours this morning on it, then decided to work on a smaller project. That small project included me losing a file on our shared drive and spending 90 minutes with IT looking for it. We still haven't found it. 
  • I go back to finish my presentation and someone else's work saved over the work I spent all morning doing. 
  • I'm working from home, so I decide I need some hug therapy from my babies. They are both coming down with colds and cranky and clingy and I'm just imagining that I'll have to soon take a day off to soothe them when I'm already backed up at work. 
  • On Sunday, I went out with friends for the first time since I've had my babies (so 10 months). This resulted in me not being able to do as much baby food prep as I wanted on Sunday night and now every night in between being completely exhausted, I also feel guilty that I took three hours for myself, that I should have been spending getting the babies' stuff together and they don't have well thought out meals ready during the day while I'm at work or at night while I'm home. 
  • I know that I'm supposed to focus on the fact that no one in my family is chronically ill and that's what really matters. So then when I have sucky days like this (Which, let's be honest is like 5 out of 7 days of every fucking week), then I feel bad for feeling bad about them because they're not AS BAD as they could be. 
All people ever tell you when you have a new baby or new twins is "it'll get better." Dear People, When?