What just happened here?

This is a story about how I got screwed the other day, and not in a good way.

So, the husband comes home a few days ago and says: “Isn’t it about time you went back to work?”, and I was like: “Huh?”, and he said: “Because I really think that two and a half years maternity leave is long enough, don’t you? I really need you to go back to work”, and I was all like : “whff fe hlll arya tathing abut?” (mouth was full), and him: “ok, so I need you to start coming in two days a week starting next week and we’ll go from there” and he left and I was left staring after him with a what-the-fuck expression on my face.

You see this is what happens when your husband’s your ex boss. After the boy was born and I went straight back to work but then a year later decided I was no masochist and we didn’t actually need my ridiculous income, I went to my boss-husband and told him I was quitting, I really wanted to be home with the Boy and plus I was pregnant again anyway so I was just going to do the mother thing for a while, and by “for awhile” what I actually meant was “indefinitely”, and he agreed, as long as I kept doing some things from home. Evidently, the husband agreed, the boss did not.

So now, completely out of the blue I’m going to have to go into work two days a week. I realize many of you would kill to be able to work only two days a week, but let me just say that the alternative was not working at all (or very little), so you see how this kind of sucks for me, right? Also, my job, it’s not the kind you can successfully do for only two days a week long term, soon enough it turns into three, then four, then six days a week. I’m just not motivated right now to put all my energy into working. I want to be with the kiddos, and I want to go exercise and grocery shopping in the morning and I want to occasionally have coffee with my friends. Whereas here I am, trying to figure out which two days I can give up without messing with my schedule too much, now that I finally have a schedule down. And all the while the prevailing feeling is one of having been screwed, by my own husband, out of left field.

So basically, I’m just going to have to get pregnant again or something.


Decided to link up here, with this because it just so happens that I had a WTF moment this week, and I think it's a fun idea... especially considering how many WTF I have on a regular basis.