A letter of resignation

21/Aug/2007

Look, I’ve had some hard jobs. I’ve worked technical support for a school district with over 100,000 users and only TWELVE support specialist. I’ve answered, “I don’t know my email password” and “How do I change my desktop picture?” more times than I care to confess. It took patience. Not as much patience as the time I worked in a daycare with a class of eight two year olds and only ONE of me all stuffed in a twelve-by-twelve room for nine hours a day. I thought that was really hard at the time. But this job? This parenting gig? It’s so. much. harder.

I don’t want to be the mom with the crazy hair and the furrowed brow and the flames shooting out her nose. I don’t want to be the women with the premature gray hairs, the lines etching on her eyes, the drool and glazed over wistful look during the four minutes of quiet each day. I want to be happy. I want to enjoy my children’s youth. I want to be able to honestly say “It’s hard, sure, but…” Right now? All I can say is “it’s hard.” There is no but.

And there’s always a but.

The constant arguing. The battles. The tiniest detail of the day that blows up in to the largest issue. “I WANT TO PUT THE TOILET SEAT UP BY. MY. SELF.” The meltdown that follows. The fact that it’s my child who can’t share. My child who is laying on the grass screaming. My child. Lemme say that again. My. Child.

Half the time I can’t figure out how it’s possible I even have children at all. I remember uttering “no, we don’t need a condom” once. And blamo! Three years later we will never need a condom again. Life is cruel that way.

So, if this job came with vacation maybe I’d have signed up. If there were sick days, sure. If there was a lovely pay increase or a bonus check or some compensation, I’d be fine. But there’s not. So, I resign. I’ll have my desk cleared out by morning. And I’m sure you’ll have a replacement before my foot hits the doorstep.

What’s that? You drive a hard bargain. Ok, well, I’ll stay. But let’s work on that vacation and yearly bonus, ok?

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Comments

  1. That picture is to cute for words!

    I hate to be the one to break it to you, but this job is a life sentence.  Even when they move out, they still need you and you still worry.

    I’d say a little trip to Vegas in March is in order. wink

    By Friglet on 2007 08 21

  2. You have two of the MOST GORGEOUS CHILDREN on the face of the earth…. you cannot resign….. nor do you really want to…lets get real… YOU LOVE EVERY MINUTE OF MOTHERHOOD… but alcohol in magnificent quantities would help eh?

    By Chris H on 2007 08 21

  3. Friglet, by god, I think today is the day to break it to the mister that I’m going to Vegas in March. He saw the meltdown. It was nuclear. Yes, yes, I think today is the day.

    Chris H, tipping my wine to you as we speak. wink

    By Mrs. Flinger on 2007 08 21

  4. Vegas? Did someone say Vegas?

    By Kate on 2007 08 21

  5. Thats the best pic…so adorable!

    I told my hubby three weeks after the boy was born that I was going to take a vacation labor day weekend. When he has his 5 days off of work. He says to me “what am I suppose to do with the kids?”  I say “umm, gee I dunno watch them, feed them, bathe them, and make sure they don’t die!” his response “what do I feed them?” My response is the door slamming. He then says “Don’t think you are getting a paid vacation!” Hell if I care; I get a break from the kiddos for more than the 8 hrs I’m sleeping (and I don’t even get that straight). I’ll take what I can get!!

    By Veronica on 2007 08 21

  6. Dude, Gavin had that same shirt that O is wearing back in ‘04. Its the coolest!

    By Rachael on 2007 08 21

  7. I’ve had my letter of resignation drafted more times than I can count.

    They are too cute for you to resign…You just need to put in for some vacation time. smile

    By mel from freak parade on 2007 08 22

  8. what a post at a good time!  My 20 month old was up from 3:45 a.m. to 5:15, then the 4 month old got up at 6:15 and THEN the 5 year old got up at 7 wanting to discuss the intracacies of the newest episode of TRANSFORMERS with me.  Ugh, Calgon take me away!

    By VHMPrincess on 2007 08 22

  9. that cute little voice just melts my heart.  Yeah, don’t resign; work on the vacation and the yearly bonus!

    By Kerry on 2007 08 22

  10. Great post! LOL! I am totally with you! smile GORGEOUS babies too! smile

    By Lara on 2007 08 22

  11. I wish your frustration didn’t make me laugh so much.  I’ve had more of these days than I care to count (the second paragraph of this post?  I totally could have written it!)

    This week I like my children, though.  Who knows what next week will bring.  Yours are adorable, by the way.

    By andi on 2007 08 22

  12. But look how beautiful they are and the cherry dress wearing one has such shiny hair and is kissing her brother, surely these cannot be the cause of your distress? I almost started to talk about 13 years time but I am far too kind. I have 6 kids, the oldest is 22 the youngest 4…...what can I say? Really what? My brain doesn’t work anymore, there, that’s something to look forward to, if you have more kids and manage to get through the teen years while having more toddlers, you stop caring, nothing matters, you go a bit deaf and only hear the screams that come with actual pain and blood… there is hope, cling to it…..oh and Vegas? Hell yeah.

    By Helen on 2007 08 22

  13. Motherhood, a never-ending contradiction.

    Damn cute kids, though…it really is worth it.  Right?  Please say it is, cause today it doesn’t really seem that way.

    By Jennifer on 2007 08 22

  14. Yes, I’ve been stuck at the “it’s hard” and not finding the but here lately either.

    By Heather on 2007 08 22

  15. God, they are cute. Do they give 401k?

    By aimee@greeblemonkey.com on 2007 08 22

  16. I’ve had many a morning where I just look at DH and say: I don’t wanna play the Mommy game today!!!

    By Mrs. Mustard on 2007 08 22

  17. If you figure out a way to get sick days, you *must* share.
    I sprained/twisted my ankle a month ago, and it’s still sore and swollen and trying to heal - what with me having to chase up and down the stairs after poopy children and all.  I got like 5 hours of “sick time” when dh stayed home the next morning so I could rest and stay off my foot.  5 hours.  In over three years.  Gah.  I still can’t properly stretch at the gym because my ankle won’t lay flat.  What’s this about Vegas in March?

    By lanna on 2007 08 22

  18. such a timely post.  I am ready hand in my resignation after the day I had.  seriously.  even a cute picture of my kids isn’t helping right now.

    But I do have to say that your kids are beautiful! smile

    By boogiemum on 2007 08 22

  19. Y’all are the bestest. Because right, the cute picture of my kid? NOT HELPING. I still see deamon child. But it’s so sweet to hear kind things about them. This was captured in a moment, quickly, before all hell broke loose. But still!

    And that Vegas gig? COME! Y’all!! COME!!!

    http://www.blogasm.info/

    I keep forgetting to put my button up. (What? The button-whore won ‘t put up the DAMN BUTTON ALREADY?) But seriously! SERIOUSLY! It’s the best and only vacation I think I’ll ever get from these “beautiful” monsters of mine. It’s a party, yo! (And Kate, you can fly with me so I can hold your hand and squeeze the shit out of it whilst drinking through my fear of flying. Sound appealing? YES?)

    By Mrs. Flinger on 2007 08 22

  20. Yeah…and whenever you feel that way look at a picture of them such as the one you posted and say, “Dayang! It’s a good think they’re cute!” and that’s about when you’ll change your mind, eh? I’ve been there. Lots of times. Like, say, oh…TODAY!

    By MGM on 2007 08 22