yes, i'm alive
That's right, ladies and gentleman, it's time again for my monthly update! *fanfare*
Where to begin? Hmmm. When I had the baby, I said my life's turned upside-down, blah blah blah. How was I to know that it gets worse when you go back to work? On the surface, it looks as if I have it easy. I leave Tyler at my mum-in-law's (20-min drive from our place) on weekdays and we have domestic help. BUT! I'm breastfeeding and determined not to give my baby food from a tin, and that takes a lot of time on my part.
My daily schedule on work days: wake up, pump milk, eat breakfast, go to work, eat lunch, pump milk, work, pump milk, go to MIL's to see baby and deliver milk, eat dinner, feed baby, go home.
I work unpredictable hours in a job that uses brainpower (not that I have a lot to begin with), so sometimes I reach MIL's at about 9-10pm, hungry and mentally drained. And when I reach home, I'm too tired to do anything meaningful on the internets. (I do read my Friends page though, as hypermagic can attest.)
My surfing habits have changed. I'm reading up on ways to increase my milk supply and searching for toys instead of reading up on the latest bands and searching for mp3s, photos and videos. My lifestyle has changed. I hang out at Mothercare and Kiddy Palace instead of HMV and Kinokuniya. It's been ages since I stepped into a cinema or bought anything for myself. When my co-worker saw me going to pay the maid levy, she commented how things are so different from when I was so "anti-establishment". Yes, I told her. I've always been indie (for want of a better word) but I feel so fucking bourgeois now.
I miss my old lifestyle terribly, but when Tyler gives me one of his big-ass grins and makes his little coo-ing noises, I know I wouldn't give this one up for the world*.
*Although I'll probably regret saying this when he turns out to be an obnoxious spoilt brat. ;)
Where to begin? Hmmm. When I had the baby, I said my life's turned upside-down, blah blah blah. How was I to know that it gets worse when you go back to work? On the surface, it looks as if I have it easy. I leave Tyler at my mum-in-law's (20-min drive from our place) on weekdays and we have domestic help. BUT! I'm breastfeeding and determined not to give my baby food from a tin, and that takes a lot of time on my part.
My daily schedule on work days: wake up, pump milk, eat breakfast, go to work, eat lunch, pump milk, work, pump milk, go to MIL's to see baby and deliver milk, eat dinner, feed baby, go home.
I work unpredictable hours in a job that uses brainpower (not that I have a lot to begin with), so sometimes I reach MIL's at about 9-10pm, hungry and mentally drained. And when I reach home, I'm too tired to do anything meaningful on the internets. (I do read my Friends page though, as hypermagic can attest.)
My surfing habits have changed. I'm reading up on ways to increase my milk supply and searching for toys instead of reading up on the latest bands and searching for mp3s, photos and videos. My lifestyle has changed. I hang out at Mothercare and Kiddy Palace instead of HMV and Kinokuniya. It's been ages since I stepped into a cinema or bought anything for myself. When my co-worker saw me going to pay the maid levy, she commented how things are so different from when I was so "anti-establishment". Yes, I told her. I've always been indie (for want of a better word) but I feel so fucking bourgeois now.
I miss my old lifestyle terribly, but when Tyler gives me one of his big-ass grins and makes his little coo-ing noises, I know I wouldn't give this one up for the world*.
*Although I'll probably regret saying this when he turns out to be an obnoxious spoilt brat. ;)