The TMI Files. Minor Adjustments.So I've been in the new job for 3 weeks now, and loving it. There has been some excellent training, and next week the real stuff begins. I'm doing consultancy stuff as a contractor, and as such am not on a wage. I'm operating on gasp!horror! commission. (Cue dramatic theme.)
While I'm thoroughly enjoying myself, Magilla is doing it a bit tough.
She's in care now for 5 days a week, and I will have to go out for work the occasional weeknight, but the longterm gains will eventually outweigh the shortterm pain.
And painful it is for her at the moment.
She is snarky in the mornings - when I finally get her into the WWE, her name will be The Procrastinato, but she'll make bucketloads of moola. She's that good and finding excuses. Either that or she'll be a lawyer. Nobody can find and exploit a loophole faster than Magilla.
She's also cranky in the arvo when I collect her from care. Enough so that when we got home yesterday, she was sent to her room to settle down.
Instead, she sat on her bed and just cried and cried.
So I went and sat down with her, and opened my arms. She crawled into my lap and kept crying.
When she finally stopped, we had a little chat about what was going on.
I asked if she was missing being with me (yes, she nodded)
I told her that I was missing her, too, and she nodded in response to that.
I explained again that I need to go to work, and she needed to stay with Mrs Carer, and she agreed with that. I got no complaints, which was unexpected.
We snuggled a bit more, then got back to the usual program of bath, dinner and bedtime.
This morning, there was more snark, followed closely by more clinging and crying.
When I look back at the past 3 weeks through her eyes, it is difficult.
Week 1: 5 days in care, then 2 days away from Mum due to a film shoot that she couldn't be a part of.
Week 2: 5 days in care, then the weekend with me.
Week 3: 5 days in care, then the weekend with me.
When you consider that previously she had 3 days in care, and 4 days with Mum (with the occasional break courtesy of visits away or a shoot she couldn't be there for) it's a bloody big change in a little person's life.
I'm anticipating more tears and tantrums over the next few months, but once we get into the swing of things, we'll adjust nicely.
Especially since I'm intending to buy her a dog for christmas.
Maybe a German Shepherd. Something that can be trained up with a small primate.