This week has been busy and stressful, and this was my first week working five days again. Since Squishy was born nearly two years ago, I had reorganised my work schedule and my salary to work four days a week, and have one day alone with my kids.
For reasons that change every time people ask me, I went back to full time. I don’t regret it and I’m looking forward to getting back into the rhythm of it, it was just a mini shock to the system this week. For over a year now, I spent my Wednesday mornings watching cartoons with my kids in pyjamas, and this past Wednesday, I had to shower and get dressed and leave my
tiny ass apartment home before 8:30 a.m.
After having someone I will only refer to as “The Google” come into my office about 3 times a day reminding me to smile, I realised I needed to snap out my funk. I wasn’t sure how when someone posted a ridiculously hilarious page on Facebook. I sat at my desk; laughing right out loud, repetitively, keeled over, barely able to breathe. I couldn’t keep this for myself and instantly re-posted on Facebook, and sent it off in a couple of emails, because I actually have friends who don’t have Facebook (weird). I spent the afternoon, alternately re-reading the post, or watching other people’s reaction to it. It was awesome.
Disclaimer for anybody I work worth who might read this, I also got a butt load of work done, mostly writing, which none of you want to do, so not only did I bring you joy, but I took care of the work you don’t want to do.
I loved every reaction I saw, and every comment I saw on the link, but my favourite part was watching Hubby laugh until he cried while the kids stared at him, half scared and half curious.
The important thing is I laughed…a lot…and then I didn’t have to fake smile anymore when the Google stopped in to give me some kind of disastrous news (I think that may be what brings him joy), I was stress-free again, just in time for the weekend.