Within my first 10 minutes of being awake today Liam demanded milk, asked for oatmeal in which he ultimately never ate, and pleaded with his hands clasped together to go downstairs to play with his trains. Simultaneously, Ava began crying which meant she needed a diaper change, warm milk and something to eat, and on top of that the dog was barking at the door to go out. Mornings in our house are very busy. Our “routine” is move as fast as you can to get all of the crying, screaming, and barking to stop as soon as possible. There are some mornings as I am flying out the door to work I think, “Thank God.”
And then I get to work…
I work in a Law Firm. A building filled with educated, motivated, hard working professionals, and yet sometimes when I am there I feel like I am at home doing the 10 Minute Morning Sprint. Without fail there is someone always complaining about something or someone. There are my superiors who have nothing better to do than monitor my cell phone usage, but rarely notice that I have done everything that they asked of me and beyond. I complete all my work all while I was speaking with a client on the phone to schedule an appointment and typing an email to another client following up regarding the drafts we sent them last week.
It’s hard for me sometimes to decipher which situation is harder to deal with. On one hand I have my two wonderful children who I love very much even when they are having their first temper tantrum of the day at 6:05 AM and on the other hand I have my colleagues and bosses who allow me to have a conversation that consists more of “Thomas The Train”, but sometimes whine more then my two year old.
Lately at work our new HR department has been cracking down on everything. Dress code, internet usage, cell phone violations, lunch breaks, the list goes on. The morale at work is low and people are quitting every day. There are days that I am afraid to sneeze in case that would be considered a “Noise Violation” and I would be written up about that. I think in my head, Liam is probably watching “Paw Patrol” and Ava is napping. I start wishing I was home and count the minutes till it’s 5:30. Finally when the time has come to clock out I usually have a very frustrating drive home to look forward to. And then I get home. I walk into what could only be described as a battle scene as my husband tries to catch Liam before he smears his tomato sauce stained face and hands on our furniture. Ava is none to happy. She is cranky and tired but we try to keep her up till 7:00 in hopes that she might sleep to 6:00 the next morning and Jackson (the dog) has greeted me at the door with a very high pitch, persistent bark.
Yeah I am not sure which is harder, which is better. Maybe there is no answer to that. Maybe that’s part of the balancing act, dealing with both worlds. But at least as I am scrubbing the crayons marks off my son’s walls before I go to bed I can look forward to wearing the cute new Kensie dress I bought for work.