I work full time now.
Full time plus a second job, granted which only sees me with max 6 hours a fortnight. On top of the 76 a fortnight I already work.
Lola still doesn’t sleep through the night.
Sometimes Dex doesn’t either.
I am on my feet all day. From about 8:20am until 6 pm.
I have a half an hour lunch break in which I may sit down to eat. More often than not I’m running errands because I just don’t get to on my days off.
Pat works the days I don’t. He works full time also.
We never have a day off together.
I am up at between 5:20 and 6 depending whether I’m going to the gym or not.
I am usually up until at least 10 pm making lunches and making sure the house is tidy.
Yes, pat does a lot of the cleaning.
I do my groceries at 9 pm on a Thursday night. Usually in ugh boots.
Because fuck you telling me I cannot wear ugh boots when I’ve been on my feet all day and the only place i want to be is in bed and I can’t so I’m going to be comfortable damn it.
It is fucking hard being a working parent.
Don’t get me wrong I’ve been a stay at home parent too and I’m definitely not starting any stupid fucking war about which is harder or more rewarding or more important or any of that shit.
They are both their own hard.
I’m just so exhausted.