chronicles of a working mom

time. there's never any time! i'm so excited. i'm soooo excited. i'm so. scared.

yea, that's how i feel. ok except for the part where i shove caffine pills down my throat and dance in a music video in an 80's leotard.

i just can't believe it's friday already. this week flew. sure i've been working hard all week, but man just blink and time is gone. i had all kinds of things on my to do list to get done before the weekend, and it's still sitting there unchecked. hubs and i had a few spats early in the week about scheduling, chores, etc. i think the adjustment of me returning to work is harder on him, because he doesn't really realize how much there is to do when there's a kid to account for. you can't just wake up in the morning and be out the door in a half hour any more, there are diapers to change, bottles to clean, boobs to suck on (for milk, perv!), cute outfits to find. and if i'm lucky i'll get a brush through my hair.

through the yelling one particularly hectic morning, i found myself saying "ugh, you're such a typical man." wtf does that even mean? even better was his response "well you're such... ok well you're not a typical wife but..." so i think even in his anger he was kind of admitting how awesome i am. even though we didn't talk the rest of the morning i felt a little smug having won that one. but really, is this what it's all about? am i out to win arguements we shouldn't even be having? things have calmed down and of course we're fine now (in our 10 years together i don't think we've gone more than about 12 hours angry at each other. i usually give in 'cause i'm a sucker). but wow i'm exhausted.

thankfully, i got a call from a friend just 6 weeks into her new mommyhood and she complained about the same stuff i'm going through, and poor girl isn't even back to work yet. so really, i think it's just all men. knowing there's someone else out there who gets it makes me feel a lot better.

i just don't want us to end up one of those couples who throws all their energy into the kids and puts no time into their marraige. we need a date. just the two of us. he keeps saying that we should go to disney for our 5 year anniversary (will be the week before gobbles' first birthday). i'm on the fence. i LOVE disney, the atmosphere, the food, the drinks. but what kind of a-hole goes to the happiest place on earth without their kid? and would i even want to go without him? we're already planning europe for next spring, how much time do i really want to be away from this kid? i miss him so much while he's at daycare - now we only get like 2-3 hours a day of happy wakeful baby time. he's only going to be a baby for so long.

ahh i could go on forever, but i've got a conference call in 5 mins, so the blogworld is spared.

in fun gobblestime news - we've had a breakthrough. spoons will now sit by while gobbles oohs and ahhs at her, and she'll even let him touch her. i love how he scrunches his hand in and out when he feels her fur, like he knows how to pet her! it'll usually last for a few minutes and then the poor dog will get a little freaked out and jump away, leaving the baby holding a clump of spoonsie bear hair. which he promptly tries to shove into his mouth. just building up immunities there little buddy ;)

and now i'm totally going to cheat on the picture part because i haven't taken any new ones this whole week! so here are some faves from his target photo shoot.