mommies and working

Working.

Kinda like vacation from my real job.

Just kidding.

I'm a nurse, so my whole existence is taking care of other poeple's needs. Wether it be my husband's dinner, my children's potty-training, or caring for six to seven patient's per night on a twelve hour shift.

And guess what? I LOVE IT.

For me, being a working mommy is kinda like pulling two to three jobs when your single. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Looking at it from some views I've heard over the years, I've been viewed as insane, negligent (this from the stay at home mommies), too busy (this from my own mother) and generally "money hungry" as a co-worker pointed out this weekend.

I just came off a four day in a row stretch. Nights. Happy Memorial weekend to my dumb ass.
Which is why Im posting two blog entries this afternoon. Because I have been UBER SLACK.

While I was working and sleeping for four days, my husband took my lovelies to the yacht club and camped all weekend. They had a blast. I came home Tuesday morning pale and exhausted. Both my kids had sunburns and stories to tell. And I love that.

Now for the fuck you portion of my message.

*Insane- Yes. Thats my answer. In all kinds of ways. I like it.
*Negligent- If you consider paying the bills and not sitting on my fucking ass watching oprah every fucking day. Yeah, I guess I am. But let me tell you, if we compared all the amazing experiences my kids have had, compared to yours, mine win. Hands down. Every time. I spend quality time with my kids because I know how much I miss them. I know they need it. You sit on your ass and watch them play barbies without actually PLAYING with your kids. Or you take a thousand pictures of them so it looks as though you do all kinds of fun stuff with them, when you dont. I have few pictures of my kids doing fun stuff. Sorry, I cant hold a camera when I'm in the thick of the fun. It's hard to take pictures of your kids fingerpainting when you are covered in fingerpaint yourself. Get real, bitch. My girls wont grow up with the idea that their one purpose in life is to get married and sprout a thousand damn kids that they wont be able to spend QUALITY time with because they're too fucked up on zoloft to notice them. Oh I'm sorry, but postpartem depression should have ended with you long before your child turned six. Fuck you and your views. Every day I go to work, my children saying "Mommy dont go to work, we will miss you", melts my heart. In the same breath, they'll tell you "My mommy goes to work and makes people feel better, she's a good woman" If that's not living by example, I dont know what is.
*Too busy- dont go there mom.
*Money hungry- Hmmm, where can I go with this. I work part-time. I used to work full time. Full time was tough. With the amount of unemployed in this country, I consider myself very lucky to have a job. I also consider myself very lucky to provide tuition for my kids to go to college one day. That's not money hungry. Thats smart. I also dont buy new cars or nifty new gadgets just to keep up with the Jones'. Now, if you live beyond your means, you have to live with that decision. I dont. My family is frugal. We dont need the riches the world offers because we made our own. Our little family. Priceless. So you can take that Lexus you own, co-worker with too many opinions, and shove it straight up your ass.

Has anyone else noticed that mommies are becoming gossip insane, organic food insane, child activity insane etc. It's because they dont have enough shit to do. If your coming off a 7p to 7a night shift, and hitting the grocery store because it's the only time you can go without having two rugrats hindering your every move and throwing six (yes, six, true story) ICING containers in your cart, without your knowledge. Sorry, tangent. If your hitting the grocery store after working your shifts that week, and you happen to notice that I'm NOT buying ORGANIC fucking bananas. Now you know why. My kids eat dirt. Is that organic enough for you? Get a damn job then tell me where your priorities lie. You wont give a SHIT that your mac n' cheese isnt organic. You'll just be happy that you have dinner on the table that cooks in 12 minutes flat. That gives me time to read one chapter of my book, burn a cig, drink a beer AND  paint the side of my house in fucking red fingerpaint. Beat that stay at home mommy.

Unconventional. Yes. Insane. Yes.

But I love this crazy beautiful life of mine.