Working Mom…

By amanda February 24th, 2009

Things you might never know unless you were help­ing out at a pho­tog­ra­phy stu­dio for a cou­ple of days.

Minia­ture Kit-Kat bars are addic­tive, dan­ger­ously so.  You might think that hav­ing a Wur­thers Orig­i­nal hard candy would quell the desire for them.  You’d be wrong, instead of let­ting the candy melt in your mouth, suck­ing on it as you should a hard candy, you chew to make room for the mini Kit-Kat that is call­ing your name.

Noise car­ries in big ware­housey stu­dio places.  You hear EVERYTHING, from who has a call on line 8 from the neigh­bor­ing buis­ness, to the ran­dom guys walk­ing through the park­ing lot.  Baby melt­down also car­ries, not only echo­ing in the stu­dio itself but just like the call on line 8 prob­a­bly through the other buis­nesses as well.  To the point in which you are pretty sure you may have to explain to the police that no, you aren’t killing the baby, you are just try­ing to get him to take a nap because he is dread­fully tired.

There are WAY more places that deliver lunch in the sub-burbs.  Unless you know your stuff the deliv­ery options are pizza…  To me it looked like I was just out of reach of bur­ri­tos and hot-hoagies…damn the luck.  Then you real­ize oh…some pizza places have other stuff.  Duh.

Dust and cat hair are not uni­ver­sal.  Some­how, this HUGE space is way cleaner than home.  The lack of pets cre­ates what seems like a ster­ile envi­ro­ment com­par­a­tively speak­ing.  It’s somthing I could get used to.  I’m not sure how they have ban­ished dust…I don’t see any house elves around…but then again, you don’t SEE a good house elf.

Get­ting a baby together and out of the house to take to work isn’t impos­si­ble.  You can have every­thing together so that the friend that is drop­ping you off in the morn­ing isn’t wait­ing for­ever.  It just takes some plan­ning and a fan­tas­tic husband…and get­ting up on time.

And no mat­ter how many “famil­iar” things you bring from home, the kiddo will still be a lit­tle freaked.  And when all his toys don’t help the stu­dio tup­per ware might.

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One Response to “Working Mom…”

  1. Mom Says:

    Lucky Eli­jah — David had to back to work with me at a pet shop at 2 weeks. A groom­ing pet shop — you talk about some HAIR. Looks like he had a good time!

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