Monday, September 04, 2006
I owe, Iowe, so back to work I go....
Tomorrow I go back to work at the new job. My reign of terror as stay at home mommy is coming to an end. Am I going to miss Nut? Maybe. Probably. But tot ell you the truth, I am excited to be going back to work. Even if I am grossly underpaid.
The other day I was at Bear’s work and there was this young guy working. I was talking to Mary, behind the counter, and mentioning that I am going to go back to work. This young kid, who I call bubba, says, incredulously to me, “You work?”
I shot him a look. “Yes, I work,” I replied, highly affronted, “did you think I was some sort of trophy wife?”
“Well, uhh… yeah. Sort of.”
He thought I was a fucking trophy wife!!! Like one of the blond bimbos that hang out down there with their kid because they have nothing better to do then to harass their hubbies. I hang out there so Bear can see Nut and wear him out so Nut will take an afternoon nap so I can do some shit!
I glared at the guy and started rattling off my education and accomplishments. He was impressed. He now calls me Doc. Joseph every time I come in with Nut. Ok then. Whatever.
Trophy wife. Ugh. If I am ever a trophy wife, just shoot me. Technically, even though the Bear makes more money then me and owns the business (more on that at a later date) I have a waaaaay higher education. I know, I know… it’s not a competition. But I really like being able to say that.
Man, I have no self-esteem, let me have that much.
Last night I had a panic attack. Not too happy over that. I woke up sweating and nauseous at 1:56am. I thought I was going to vomit. The heart was racing. I couldn’t go back to sleep. It’s been a few months since my last panic attack and I haven’t had nightmares in a few months either. I hope this isn’t a fucking relapse. That’s not what I need when I am starting a new job. That’s not what I need with Nut.
Tomorrow Moe is taking the Nut for the whole day. She said I shouldn’t worry about Nut, everything will be fine. I know Nut will be fine. I’m not worried about him. I’m worried about Moe’s sanity. Of course, the joy of children and godparents is that the godparent can hand them off at the end of the day.
Oh my god. I am going back to work.
posted by Nut's mom at 10:29 PM
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3 Comments:
Hope you first day at work is great!!!
And yes, thank god for godparents, because you know they will take good care of them!!!
Carrie
Best wishes with your job! You'll at least have peace of mind knowing Nut is with someone you trust.
You are an amazing person and will do great. Thanks for sharing the trophy wife story. I am still cracking up. (Not that I don't think you could be a trophy wife if you wanted to, but the idea that someone would think someone as outspoken as you are is a trophy wife is pretty funny.)
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