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So I've been struggling with myself lately, as an employee, a parent, a partner, and a person.
Everything is annoying me. My daughter's inability/unwillingness to sleep through the night is driving me bananas, not from lack of sleep but because it is making me angry at her. A resentful and annoyed parent is not a good, patient, loving parent. Mr. flea's normally mildly annoying yet charming schtick of being late for everything and slackerly is driving me craxy (napped and was an hour late to pick up the baby last Thursday, 25 minutes late coming home yesterday, 38 minutes late dropping off the baby this morning). His inability/unwillingness to work from home (we have the technology, it is a question of him), coupled with the fact that he is the slowest walking man this side of Shane/name your gunslinger, means he spends 1 hour and 40 minutes a day commuting, time he could be spending working or with the family. I am slacking off at work because I am bored, bored, bored, feel trapped in this job because (in theory) we only have one more year living here, and there's no point switching jobs now, especially when I don't know what I want to be when I grow up. I am annoyed with myself for falling into the slacking/listlessness trap that attacks underemployed workers everywhere.
I am annoyed with myself for being impatient, quick to anger, and for being annoyed with myself! Grrr.
I think we're going to night wean the baby Wednesday night and following.
Everything is annoying me. My daughter's inability/unwillingness to sleep through the night is driving me bananas, not from lack of sleep but because it is making me angry at her. A resentful and annoyed parent is not a good, patient, loving parent. Mr. flea's normally mildly annoying yet charming schtick of being late for everything and slackerly is driving me craxy (napped and was an hour late to pick up the baby last Thursday, 25 minutes late coming home yesterday, 38 minutes late dropping off the baby this morning). His inability/unwillingness to work from home (we have the technology, it is a question of him), coupled with the fact that he is the slowest walking man this side of Shane/name your gunslinger, means he spends 1 hour and 40 minutes a day commuting, time he could be spending working or with the family. I am slacking off at work because I am bored, bored, bored, feel trapped in this job because (in theory) we only have one more year living here, and there's no point switching jobs now, especially when I don't know what I want to be when I grow up. I am annoyed with myself for falling into the slacking/listlessness trap that attacks underemployed workers everywhere.
I am annoyed with myself for being impatient, quick to anger, and for being annoyed with myself! Grrr.
I think we're going to night wean the baby Wednesday night and following.