I got a job. YAY!
It's a job at an elementary school in town. I'm an aide - which basically means I run around the school all day helping the students and the teachers with whatever they need me to do.
My schedule is like this:
5:30-6am to 7:30am: Wake up and get myself, Arry, Harriet and Noel ready to go. It's the worst part of my day (waking up before dawn). I hate the morning. It's too early. The sun isn't even up yet. It's still bedtime that early. Seriously though, 5:30am wasn't early ENOUGH on that first day.
Harriet and Noel have been getting themselves ready for a while now. Harriet most especially. She has her alarm set for 6am because that's what time she prefers to wake up on the weekday. Noel can't hardly make herself do anything to save her life. She scrambles to get ready because she procrastinates. I do the exact same thing.
Arry is only 2 months old. I have to get my breast pump (and pieces) together (because usually it's still on the drying rack from being sterilized the night before), feed Arry, make sure Noel's mess of a hair is brushed and her shoes are on, sign Harriets paper that she has me sign every morning, change Arry's diaper, get her dressed, make sure her pumped milk (for the day) and bottles are in her bag -- make sure I have my name badge and my coat.... and IF I have time after that, I might get to grab something to eat for breakfast. Maybe.
7:30am-8:00am: take kids to school, bring Arry to my sisters, go to work.
8am-11:45am: work.
11:45am-12:15pm: grab lunch and try to get back to the room I pump in as quickly as possible. I try to set up my breast pump earlier so I don't have to waste time doing that. I pump breast milk and eat and check my phone -- at the same time. Queen of the multitask, I am.
12:15-3:40: Work some more.
When I go home, the first thing I do is feed Arry and pump on the other side. I feel like my whole life revolves around my pumping schedule. But I really determined to make this pumping thing work. It's a top priority for me.
There's dinner, and by then, I've been ready to fall asleep but hopefully it gets better the more we get used to it.
In January I'm going to be attending college online full-time. Once I finish this semester, I'll have ONE class -- a speech class -- to take in June and I'll be FINISHED with my Associates degree. It's real. It's happening. I'm almost finished, I can taste it.
So I'll have a job where I work roughly 35 hours a week, I'll be breastfeeding/pumping full-time, maintaining a relationship with my love, and trying to be the best, most 'involved' mother I can be and going to college full-time.
Because I'm AWESOME.
Silly.
and Exhausted.
But it's all worth it. At least I'm doing something and I like that. I hated staying home and now I'm getting it done.
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