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My baby turned six months old yesterday. SIX MONTHS. Time has flown by. I wonder if the rest of my life will fly by now that I have a child. He is wonderful. The absolute joy of my life. Hubby is talking about me getting back on the fertility drugs to try to have another one within the next six months. We'll just see what happens. I have decided I now am hating my job. Not my job itself, as I love what I do, and feel very rewarded at the end of the day. I am hating the fact that my boss said I could come back four days a week, and took the offer away at the last minute. I am hating the fact that I am here today instead of taking my son for a walk and showing him different birds and trees. I am hating the fact that while I was on maternity leave I lost my office due to lack of space and now have about one thousand items crammed into a small secretarial cube. I am hating the fact that boss has made no mention of hiring someone else full time, which would enable me to come in four days a week. I am hating it all. What happens when I hate something? I turn bitter. Bitter as a rotten lemon. I am taking it out on my husband, and I am not sure why. If he does the smallest thing, it sets me off. Example: Hubby: I am going to have to work a little late tonight. Me: Oh fucking GREAT. I guess I'll just take care of the child by myself all day and night. Example: Hubby: Honey, what would you like for dinner tonight? Me: Don't you mean what am I going to fucking FIX for dinner tonight? Example: Hubby: I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't hear what you just said. Me: That's because you need a fucking hearing aid. You're crazy if you think I want to spend the rest of my life repeating everything I say ten times. Not good. At all.
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