Riding the A train from Manhattan to Brooklyn, I just finished my moonlight shift at 6:30am , Tuesday morning . I am little bit sleepy. I get my Ipod out, Tupac's Dear Mama is playing. Listening to the worlds of song makes wonder if my daughter will be able to understand why she had to spend some nights at a friends house when she grows up, like Tupac understood his mother's struggles as he says in the song. I am really rushing because as usual my relief at work was late. I have to get home by at at least 7:15 am so i can pick up my 4 yr old from my friends place where she spent the night.
Both my husband and i work in hotels, our schedules are just what most people wouldn't think of. On this particular morning my husband was starting work at 6:30am, he had to start off least an hour before and i will still be at work at that time. To avoid waking up my friend and my daughter early we decided to drop off my baby the night before.....she really cried she did not want me to go, she could stay with daddy she had said. She broke my heart, i had to stand there explaining to her why mommy and daddy have to work. Despite all this, we both have good health benefits and we are bringing in a little over $110 000 between the two of us. Honestly, does this justify anything? I try to make myself feel better about it by saying i am doing this for my children.
By 7:15am i am at my friends place, they buzz me in. This is two sisters with three kids between them, two girls aged 4 and a 3 yr old boy. The sisters are getting ready for work and one of them has to drop off her daughter at school. I have to stay with the kids for a little bit to wait for the babysitter for the three year old. Keep in mind i have not been to my house yet, though my daughter has been bathed she still has to be dressed. Lord, help me! Fortunately the babysitter is early, i take the other girl and my daughter with me. I never let my daughter go to school without having breakfast. Quick breakfast, scrambled eggs with cheese, cranberry juice and half a slice of toast each. My daughter does not like to eat, so i have to sit there begging her to eat. Her friend finishes her food, just to make sure my daughter is not starved i guiltily pick up the fork and start feeding her. 20 minutes to 9 we start off for school, luckily its a short walk of only about 4 minutes. Yeah! They are on time, i have to sleep as soon as i get back home. I picked them from school at 3pm and they stayed until 6:30pm before the girl's mom picked her up. I cooked dinner and took a nap from 7:30pm to 9:10pm because i have to leave for work by 10pm.
The night before the girls had spent a night at our place and then Monday morning at 6:30am the 3 yr old was dropped off, he refused to go back to sleep. I had to stay up with him, at 7:20am i fed him and 10 minutes later i woke up the girls. I bathed all 3, feed them. I dressed my daughter and one of the girls, she had left her cloths from a previous sleep over, when i was doing our laundry i had done theirs as well. At 8:30am one of the mothers got in from work. The kids and i walked down the block to their house, to get the other girl dressed for school.
Its 2:17am, i am at work right now. It should have been my night off but i switched with someone so i can have Saturday off. Sometimes i feel like a robot, i am behind with my school work. My husband is off today and tomorrow, i get break........ha not really we are have to have some quality time together. Then there is laundry, hair and nails to be done. Do i really have a day off, literally speaking i don't think so. Such is life .
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