The Working Momma

Today is Z’s first day in his propernew classroom. Daddy and I did what most parents would do, we both took him to daycare. I tried not to cry as he ran away from us without a care in the world. I was successful until I got back to my car. Then the waterworks started. He is growing up so fast. His new classroom is geared towards the big kids. The changing table is small. The sink is low. All the furniture is kid-sized. All of this should make me happy especially since my last episode. I guess the part of it that makes me sad is that there weren’t any hugs or kisses bye. We didn’t even get a wave. I know that I should get used to it now because it will only get worse as he gets older but I refuse to do that. I will hold out for that hug or kiss until he is eighteen if I have to.

Back to the story.

I left “school” and went on my 45 minute drive to work, just making it in before we have our 9am meeting. I walk in the door to where my office and I find the lady in the office next to mine asleep. Almost snoring. I got my stuff together so that I would appear prepared and went on to walk the 10 minutes across the plant to the conference room. Walk in the door and take a seat at the big u-shaped table arrangement. The meeting always starts with a discussion about Safety (I work in a chemical plant, we try our best to leave in the same condition we arrived in) during which someone said

Shouldn’t we mention what happened last night?

That was the moment that the sh*t was in the air on its way to the fan.

Someone else decided it would be a good idea to tell the story of how we had a pretty large fire Sunday night and that all of the units are down but luckily the guy invoved in the fire was not hurt. He didn’t cause the fire. He was doing his job and something failed and he was stuck in the fire. From that moment on everything became a blur of going out in the plant to see the damages and then discussions on a recovery plan. One big, giant whirlwind of meetings, discussions and brainstorming sessions. Who knows what is in store after this point. I guess we will be working on the actual recovery and start up of the units. By the way, I don’t get paid overtime so I am sure you can tell where my thoughts are.

What a wonderful way to start off the week!! I’m sure my shrink won’t appreciate the “low” stress environment that my job has now become since he felt it was already way too much stress for me to be dealing with because of the bipolar.

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About 2 months ago I decided I would make a “life change”. I would start to eat better in the hopes of losing some weight. Another words, I went on a freaking diet. I included Slimfast Shakes as part of my plan because of the on-the-go lifestyle that I lead at home and at work. Yogurt, all sorts of stuff.

And it has helped some. I have lost 10 pounds in two months. Not quite the awe inspiring results I was hoping for. I rarely get anything fried, gravy is forbidden and a loaded baked potato with everything is disaster. I don’t really enjoy what I eat anymore and I don’t really enjoy cooking either. I miss the grease, oil and saturated fats. I miss cheese and mayo. I miss it so much that I have started dreaming about it. I have dreams of mashed potatos and gravy with a side of mac & cheese and mozzarella sticks. Maybe the 10 pounds I lost came from my brain?

I have a revised plan now. Now I am also going to try Alli in combination with the “life change” that I have been using. I hope it actually helps. I have done a little research and I feel comfortable enough to take it. I just hope for no “treatment effects” (poop your pants) and that it actually will work instead of how all of those other medications work (not at all).

I weighed 207 pounds at the beginning and now I am down to 197 pounds. Being 5′9″, neither is good but 197 is better. Better is what I hope for, not the impossible. I know I will probably not make it down to the 150s or below. For now I would be fine with not having to buy in the Plus Size departments.

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I have been very good so far in my daycare experience. I haven’t bashed them behind their back. I haven’t picked fights with teachers. I haven’t had to talk with the director. Another words, I am not “that mom”. The one that the teachers cringe from and no one says hello to. The mom that the teachers dread when her child is in their classroom because something will surely be found faulty. Best teacher in the world, still no challenge for “that mom”. It goes without saying that her actions and demeanor continue throughout the child’s education. I should know, my mom was “that mom”. We aren’t going to get into how it made me feel or get treated by having “that mom”. This is about me trying not to repeat history and having a hard time doing it!

Here’s the background story.

Z goes to our 1st choice daycare (yes they were ranked, I checked them all out). We have not had any problems really. Some minor annoyances (they call me to pick him up and make it sound like an emergency for the slightest sniffle or off-color pooh & they call ANYTIME he gets a booboo and make it sound very dramatic) but nothing big. Oh yeah, I am a control centered person with anxiety issues so the aforementioned phone calls do nothing but stress me out since I work 45 minutes away. He has made it though 6 wks-6 mths, 6 mths-1 yr, 1yr-18mths and this is where the problem starts.

He is 19 months today. Usually they start the transition process after 18 months when there is room in that next class. I know, I politely asked because I couldn’t remember if it was at the beginning of the month or the end. I was told the beginning. I left it like that and went home fuming. My son was being held back in his educational development because there was no room. Did they not have some sort of schedule of kid’s transitions. What was the deal? I decided it wass poor organization on their part because I haven’t come up with a better excuse for them yet. Even now, they still haven’t given me any idea when he will move up. They have had an entire month or us paying for him to learn the same things he has been learning the past six months.

Maybe I am over-reacting a bit but I am a mom and I want the best for my child. Right now, the best for him would be to move up into the next class so he isn’t bored. What do you guys think? Over-reacting or not? Would you be willing to risk being called “that mom” in this case?

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