Wednesday, February 01, 2012

Aaaaah insomnia...

I remember many years ago (back when I used to blog on a semi-regular basis) I had a recurring theme of insomnia.

But I got over it. I got busy. I got married. I got an extra child. I got a job. I got 2 jobs. I got another and extra work on the side.

The last few weeks, it seems to have returned - not every night so I could anticipate it, but enough nights for me to be very frustrated about it.

I know what is causing it.

Currently I have 3 part-time jobs (plus occasional work for my own little tiny business) and the third one has added a degree of theoretical logic that would make Douglas Adams proud.

Don't get me wrong - I love the new job, because it is a "feelgood" job - BUT I went from fitting 25 hours into 4 days to trying to fit 31 hours into 3.75 days - which is still doable (if you make your breaks the time travel between workplaces) but when you put a "you can't work more than 4 hours without a break, but must work a minimum of 2 AND can't start any of them before 8.30am" it starts making the calendar of activity I put on the wall for the whole family look very confusing.

And then my 20 hour a week job is having a few staffing issues and/or changes which mean that I am (a) dealing with new members of the team with little to no clue (and currently not looking like switching on before the person he replaces leaves) and (b) currently having to come in and close up every day (see the above paragraph in regard to timetabling - its another layer of logistics).

Of course, my few extra hours means a lot more load is falling on V to be the parent on hand with the girls - and hats off to him because he is doing well, but it means I get mobbed when I do appear and I get sad when I am away from them so much - especially at moments like this afternoon, when instead of having my afternoon pick-up after school with 'Salina I am going in to work AND after her last afternoon up there (long story - end result going in to Mum's work isn't as fabulous on Wednesday afternoons as it used to be on the occasional Saturday) she chose catching the bus home...

And I also feel like I am missing so much. Its 'Salina's first year at high school and she is going great guns - apparently, although I do worry about my little fish in that big pond. Paris has moved into a new room at daycare and suddenly has gone through a whole development spurt to suit.

Gee - uplifting much - hasn't cured the insomnia and still remains that I have 3 jobs to go to in a few short hours...

I miss my old insomnia whinges. They weren't so depressing. Or frustrating. Or tiring.