Parenthood: When Snooze No Longer Exists
Let me set the scene of earlier this morning...
I spent the last hour in my car braving rush hour traffic to commute downtown. I may be old school, but I am still a 101.9 fan; no longer Eric & Kathy, now Eric in the Morning with Melissa & Whip. I continue to be a loyal commuting listener. Now, to get my steps in, I hike up three flights of stairs and enter my mostly millennial office. I quickly spot some coworkers hard at work or staring at their computers reading Buzzfeed, I’m not entirely sure. Others are chatting about the game they went to last night and a few are making coffee trying to keep their eyes open wide enough to pick the Dunkin’ k cup over the generic brand.
Cut to me racing to organize my belongings so I can go into the pumping room because I am literally ready to burst at the seams. (Thank goodness my office is with the times and accommodates for women with newborns. Mini-fridge included.) Mind you, it’s now 8:17 a.m., but my last feeding was at 4:45 a.m. My four-month old, love her to pieces, but she woke up screaming in hunger and then blissfully fell back asleep. But guess who was awake for the day? That’s right, Mom!
Yup, while the majority of my coworkers probably hit another REM cycle, I fed my child, showered, blew dry my hair, got my toddler’s clothes out for school, and put the garbage at the curb for pick up! (I’m married by the way. Insert a husband joke here.) Before I can even brew my first cup of coffee or begin my actual job, I’m left listening to the slurping thud of the Spectra pump that has become the soundtrack of my life.
Sound familiar? (If you’re nodding your head, I know you feel me.) It’s crazy how my morning routine has changed drastically and I’m juggling so many things before 9:00 a.m.
R.I.P. Snooze. Brittany Dobslaf misses you dearly.