Since it’s Sex Week here at CrankMama, I thought I’d tell you a little about my life during my 2nd week of working again.
First, the pimp calls to set up the meet, identifies the John and tells me where to go, what was ordered, and how much I’ll get.
Then, I get all dolled up, do my quick tantra meditation, grab the lube and whip and go!
Not really. That was my other job.
This job is less remunerative, but also quite a bit less stressful and, let’s face it, much much easier on the wonderflower.
Today is only my 2nd of 3 work days this week and I’m already totally dog tired, hope I never have to use my legs/feet again, and am gripped by the familiar mixture of joy & despair that accompanies working while raising young kids. Ambivalence is the hobgoblin of working mothers everywhere… at least this working mother.
The inner dialogue goes something like this:
Jesus! The kids are driving me CRAZY this morning! When will J get here so I can get OUT and go to work? Thank GOD she’s here so I can go…
I hope V doesn’t do anything cute today that I’ll miss. She WON’T! She’ll be napping most of the time you’re gone anyway!
Ahhh… work. A reprieve. Hot coffee. This is such an interesting spreadsheet. A headache… Shit! I really miss the kids! Look how cute they are in that picture… Was V ever that small? I have GOT to do that photo album before I lose track of time…
I want another baby! NO! You DON’T! You just THINK you do because you’re no longer insane with sleep deprivation! But I do! NO NO NO! What if you had another set of twins? GULP. You’re right.
Only 2 hours more and then I can go home.. I’m so tired today I can’t see straight. Poor V.. I hope she doesn’t miss me.
Home again. Relief.
See? Working girls can’t win…