Working Mama

This week I officially joined the working mom category and let me just say I am worn out. Like every new adventure with having a baby for the first time, it is definitely an adjustment. An adjustment that consisted of being in bed by 8:30 most nights. I'm not going to lie. You know I'm tired when I don't stay up on Thursday night to watch Grey's Anatomy or Private Practice.




I came in to my computer screen full of welcome back post it notes, a picture of my co-workers as my background on my desktop, flowers, and brownies after lunch for dessert. It made the day so much better than I thought it would be.

Thank God my manager at work just had a baby in February. I made it to work on time every day, but my brain did not join me. I apparently left it with Brantley. There were just a lot of dumb questions and stupid mistakes. Example - forgetting how to transfer a call to someone else. I answered the phone for someone else and then froze when it came time to transfer the call. Easy stuff, but my mind blanks. I had a free pass this week though. I told her I was so glad she hired me before I had a baby, although I'm sure she's regretting it. Haha!

There are two girls that I work with that are pregnant. Both having boys - Waffle House seems to do that to you. And they are so much further along in their pregnancies now than when I left for maternity leave. It's like a visual of how much time has passed since I've been there. And it all went too fast.

Pros to being back at work:
- Adult conversation
- Dressing up in work clothes!
- Co-workers I consider friends
- A new chair as a welcome back gift
- Using my brain - or what is left of it
- Seeing Brantley's sweet smile at the end of the day.

Cons to being back at work:
- Missing Brantley
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I did better than I expected. I only had a semi-meltdown on Monday evening. I looked forward to seeing him all day on Monday and getting a smile, and when I got home he was conked out. And stayed pretty conked out for most of the night. No smile was given and I threw myself a mini pity party. But it got easier as the week went on. I just couldn't wait for the weekend to get here to spend time with him. So excited to have the day with him tomorrow and Sunday.

Working at the WaHo

Conversation between me and a co-worker today...


Kristen: John, can you help me look up this invoice and give me a better description of what it was for?
John: (After spacing out on me a few times mid-invoice-look-up.) Sorry about that. I'm operating at like 80% today due to my blood loss.
Kristen: John, you gave blood a week ago. I'm pretty sure you should be back to your old self.
John: I know. But you should know what I'm talking about. I mean, I'm sure you have less energy with all that extra weight you are carrying around.


Ha! If anyone else had said this, I would have totally been offended. But you'd have to know John to understand how innocent it was. I couldn't help but bust out laughing (probably to keep from crying)!

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Another funny work story. Today was our controllers birthday celebration. It's tradition to have a dessert for every birthday or anniversary in our department. A cake was ordered from the Great American Cookie Company. In past experiences, you never know what the cake is actually going to say. One time we ordered a cake that was supposed to say, "Happy Birthday Jenny! Sorry Carissa!" (Because Carissa has a hard time turning down cookie cake and she was trying to be good.) When the cake was picked up it said, "Happy Birthday Jenny! Sorry Pariffa." Except "sorry" looked like "sexy". So now Sexy Pariffa is referred to a lot.


The cake today was supposed to say, "Happy Birthday. Here's to 50 more years." (But he's not 50 yet.) This is what came out:

Good times. I love my job. Seriously.