At this moment we (and when I say “we” I mean myself and the baby) are experimenting with a new napping technique called “Not Being Swaddled.” The child can burst out of the tightest swaddles, swaddles that would even render an octopus motionless, so I thought I’d try to put her down without being swaddled and see what happens. Kind of like a really sick science experiment.
So far, it is not going well…hence the crying which I’m sure you can hear through your computer screens. And if you can’t, just imagine the Count from Sesame Street, you’ll get a similar effect.
My new boss is such a whiney, little thing. She cries about the silliest things, and she’s never satisfied with my work. She’s always sneaking off for naps during the day, but the minute I try to take a break she demands my attention. She requires me to work early, late and on weekends, for a shitty salary.
That’s right, I’m now officially a stay at home mom.
Visiting Collegues
/0 Comments/in Work /by Megan“Look at you and Miss Lucy! You totally match, that’s so cute.”
“Actually, I didn’t even realize we were matching until I got her out of the car.”
“Sure, I bet you were originally wearing your green gingham outfit, but you thought that was too obvious and changed before you got here.”
“How well you know me, but I save all of my gingham for the most special occasions.”
Today
/0 Comments/in Lucy /by MeganAt this moment we (and when I say “we” I mean myself and the baby) are experimenting with a new napping technique called “Not Being Swaddled.” The child can burst out of the tightest swaddles, swaddles that would even render an octopus motionless, so I thought I’d try to put her down without being swaddled and see what happens. Kind of like a really sick science experiment.
So far, it is not going well…hence the crying which I’m sure you can hear through your computer screens. And if you can’t, just imagine the Count from Sesame Street, you’ll get a similar effect.
Employment
/3 Comments/in Work /by MeganMy new boss is such a whiney, little thing. She cries about the silliest things, and she’s never satisfied with my work. She’s always sneaking off for naps during the day, but the minute I try to take a break she demands my attention. She requires me to work early, late and on weekends, for a shitty salary.
That’s right, I’m now officially a stay at home mom.