on the job training
October 31, 2006 at 5:32 p.m.
I want a new job.
No, really, this motherhood thing has some adorable perks, but I was thinking today, as I was rinsing the massive amounts of baby poo out of both Solei�s and my third change of clothes for the day� I don�t go home after this. I�ve had crazy tough jobs, but at some point, I went home.
I have no job training for this. I have a masters in violin performance. I only get my violin out on Sundays to try and get the congregation to pick a key and tempo � neither of which they are willing to do � and every other day of the week, I care for a newborn. I care for her at 4:30 in the morning, 4:30 in the afternoon, and every time in between.
I�m just saying, I have NO idea what I�m doing. I�ve run out of things to say to her, and I feel like I�m falling down some crazy hole, far away from anything I�m remotely familiar with.
She ate every hour for a few hours today � the book says at week 3 they go through a growth spurt and she hits that mark tomorrow, so it means she will want to eat more, but I think it was more due to the fact that everything she ate today, she threw up. On me. All over me. I have a sense of humor, and I know this stuff happens, but each time I got a little more worn out as I just hung out in my robe so I wouldn�t have to change clothes anymore.
The final straw was when I got up from trying to calm her � poor girl, her digestive system must be hurting her!, and I heard something fall on the floor. I look down, and the poor girl had covered me, herself, and the floor, in neon yellow newborn poo.
She�s asleep now, but it still won�t end. I love her, I do, but I don�t know what to say anymore, I just sing and go about cleaning her up and trying to comfort her, but I can�t make the kind of kindly chatter you are supposed to so they are used to hearing your voice. In fact, this big house is silent most of the day because I�m too depressed to call anyone, and incoming calls don�t work on our phone for some horrid reason. There�s no TV, and most of my music is in CD form, back in America.
Jared is a great, wonderful partner, but most of the day, he has a job. He went to school to know how to do his job. I didn�t get any training in my job.
I�m still retarded about her and want to keep her around, I just wish I had a clue.
Don�t want to leave you all depressed, so here, check out this insanely funny video of kids doing what my kid did all day:
SUPERCRACK needs a trainer.