Melt your popsicle

Work is a clusterfuck.
I did go back to work for about 2 hours a week, since January. I helped out when Dee bailed, but I refused to do more then just the one task-because shit, it was my last maternity (likely ever) and I wanted to hang out with my KIDS.  
My boss asked me shortly after I started helping out if I could do more, I said no. I told him out right that I had no interest in working more. The end. He didn’t ask me for me, until it got closer and closer to my return date. Once we negotiated my return date/wage they wanted more of me, which is bull shit. I gave what I could without giving too much.. And now? There are SO  many fucking messes that I need to clean up, figure out, whatever that I want to cry. I like a challenge, but shit.. I feel like there is NO end to the torture. Usually this is the "slow" week with minimal work to be done other then regular daily tasks.. but I cannot breath.

I do not get stressed out, or crabby. I try not to take my work home with me, because that’s not cool. UGH! I need to figure this all out.  I think today felt like more then normal because I was go go go since I was working with a relief (not regular) pharmacist and he refused to anymore then the bare minimum! He was a super nice guy, but just not helpful. Ah well. 

So, it’s been okay working… I just miss the kids. I miss hugs/kisses/cuddles whenever I want them. I don’t miss fights/whining/making lunches daily. haha I miss breastfeeding in the middle of the day. But morning and bedtime and occassionally before supper are good too. I miss playing outside in the yard and going for walks. I don’t miss changing poopy diapers 4x a day, or cleaning up the toys 2x a day… It’s a nice balance, this is true.

My niece broke her leg a couple of weeks ago. Almost 2 and she broke her FEMUR. Poor baby is in a body cast for 4 weeks total (2 more) and is pretty sad looking 🙁 She pulled my brothers bike over onto her while they were camping! Such a freak accident!

I am ready for September. I HATE sweating while getting ready for work. I hate sweating when I am at work. I hate sweat. Yuck.

Avery turns one on Friday. I am depressed. it’s sad stuff. We are having a birthday party out at the lake (of course it’s the one day they are call for showers! WTF!)… Should be fun, I hope.  My baby– ONE! Yikes!

I have taken FAR too long to post this, so. That’s it. 

To sum it up:

Work, mess

Kids, Great. Miss them.

Life, A’okay.

xoxo