Mama Byrd

Most of the time, I love my job. I mean, why go to a job you hate? What’s the point of that? If at all possible, find a job you love and decide to love it.

This isn’t too hard for me, oh about 28 days of the month. The other 2 or 3 days…uh, let’s just say my co-workers can sometimes throw temper-tantrums that can rival a 2-year-old. You still love the 2-year-old even though she might make you want to drop her off in the country for a while.

Sometimes I think that I should get hazard pay for having to deal with certain people. I don’t have to go into the war zone with them often, but when I do, I need full combat gear. This week I felt like one of those soldiers in Iraq driving through land mines with canvas doors in his humvee instead of metal plates. I have no idea what I’m really talking about, so this metaphor is kind of breaking down. Bear with me.

On Tuesday when I had a particularly bloody trip through the desert and still somehow managed to emerge alive and with all my body parts intact, I discovered that home is a nice, soft place to land. Home is pretty great actually. I settled into the sofa with my sweet baby boy snuggled up to my breast and just breathed a soft sigh of contentment, the sheer normalcy of my home life relaxing every muscle in my body. How sad to think that some people never experience these boring little every day family moments. How happy I am to have such an ordinary place to call home.

Filed under: Uncategorized on March 30th, 2006