Everyday Guesses

Here is something I've really struggled with since returning to work as a Renal Dietitian after the birth of my son: work resentment. I've found that a lot of articles I've come across use the term "mom guilt," but I don't think that term adequately describes what I'm struggling with. Mom guilt is feeling like you're failing to love and nurture your family because you're giving that time and energy to your career instead. I think I'd be feeling more of this if I loved the work I was doing.  Work resentment, on the other hand, is feeling like you're giving time and energy to your career that you'd rather be giving to your family.  See the difference? I feel like I'm constantly fighting a losing battle.  I should be doing my work--rounding on patients, doing assessments, charting progress notes-- but instead I'm thinking about my baby. It's not because I'm worried about h...

Welcome back! I clearly lost track of this over the past couple years, and since that time David and I moved from Florence to Darlington, where we rented a 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom duplex on a quiet street near downtown.  It got us out of the apartment complex, and was a welcome change.  Shortly after moving, we ended up getting a second cat and the house immediately became too small.  With two high energy cats running under foot and less than 1000 sq. feet of living space, we felt extremely cramped. Next, David went back to school to pursue a professional writing degree from Francis Marion University and I went back to school for a Masters of Public Health degree from University of South Carolina.  The school work added another chaotic layer to the small space in Darlington, and then to make it even crazier David proposed! I had just started a new job at Fresenius Medical Care, and now we began planning a wedding on top of all our school work.  Again the house...

So today went from excellent to crappy in about 15 minutes flat. This is the first day in a while that I truly walked away from work feeling absolutely zero job satisfaction and it's all thanks to the STUPID lactation specialist at the hospital. I spent 90 minutes in a meeting with her and about 10 other people...NINETY MINUTES...sitting across the table from her, and then we happened to be on the same floor about 30 minutes later. I go to her asking a question and she looks at me like I have two heads.  Here's the scenario: Me: "Hey, have you seen the nurse covering room 405?" Her: Stares at me blankly... "I'm the lactation specialist." Me: Uh, and I'm the dietitian...so what does that have to do with anything?  "Yes, I know who you are and was just asking if you had seen her nurse." SOOO frustrating.