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June 2013 Moms
Cricket81
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FFFC
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Re: FFFC
Also, I've spent a ridiculous amount of time this week (how much I won't say) job hunting for my H out of state and looking for houses in the areas.
H has no idea.
I can't "love" that, but I'm glad I'm not the only one who still finds some baby things totally gross.
When we go to restaurants I put N's food right on the table and she eats it off the table. It's easier than dealing with a plate or placemat that will just become a toy.
At work we have a metric for those of us who manage projects that tells us how much we are delegating versus keeping and doing ourselves. The goal is to have a high leverage ratio so that we are delegating more work and doing less ourselves, so that we can take on more projects. Many people have trouble getting a high leverage ratio because they don't like to delegate. Me, I've never had that problem. I'm all like "I don't want to do this. Who bills at a lower rate than me who can do this? Hey, you, come do this for me!" (Nicer than that though of course - otherwise no one would do the work I ask!). But seriously, I've somehow managed to delegate most of the crappy work I don't want to do. And I get recognized for it!
I have no problem leaving N with other people. Hearing from other moms and reading other stuff on here, I feel like I'm in the minority and should feel more upset about letting other people babysit her.
And my biggest confession is that sometimes when I talk to other moms or read things here I secretly think "You are making parenting harder than it needs to be." I fully understand that my experience is not the same as others and my kid is different, so I try to keep those thoughts at bay and put them in perspective. But I can't help that the thought still creeps in sometimes.
Sometimes I see Lily walking around, and I think she looks like a little person (you know, a dwarf) and I sort of creeps me out. When she was crawling and would crawl really fast, I would flash onto some horror movie. She looked like a creature from a horror movie.
I really want this house thing to go through even though I know it will cause H a lot of stress. I'm over apartment living. It's 8 minutes from where I'm interviewing Monday. I say it will cause H stress because I'm not really allowed to pack because of how bad of a job I do. I sort of do that on purpose. I hate packing to move.