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I can’t believe that it’s 2020 already. No, really, I wrote 2019 in my gratitude journal for a solid week before I realized it. It doesn’t help that now that I’m working at home I don’t type the date 100 times every day.
Staying at home with Little Bit and starting my own company has at the same time been an easy transition and a huge change. There are days when I feel like I’ve got it – I can do everything, and then there are days when the only thing that I get accomplished is snuggling the baby.
We’re learning though and figuring it out.
I think the hardest thing for me has been being on her schedule. Before I had the baby, I had in my head what a perfect morning was. Get up around 5:00-6:00, shower, coffee (Thanks to my folks I now actually have a real coffee maker! It’s an electronic percolator which we think makes the best coffee.), work for a few hours, take care of the baby, work during the baby’s nap, make dinner, put the baby down for the night and go to bed no later than 11:00.
You know what they say . . . “If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans.”
It’s more along the lines of . . .
Wake up at 4 something, feed and change the baby, pump, go back to bed. Up at 6 something, feed and change the baby. Realize I should stay up for the day, but I lost 1-2 hours of sleep in the middle of the night, so I can sleep in until 7:30 when The Fellow gets up for work. Then it’s time to (to quote Dolly) “Stumble to the kitchen and pour myself a cup of ambition” and work as much as I can until the baby fusses. Either she’s in a mood to be snuggled and all work stops until she naps or it’s hands down day, and I get a ton done. Oh crap, I have to tidy up the house and cook dinner. Am I out of freezer meals yet? Nope? Score! Or nope, but I didn’t thaw one that should’ve been in the Crockpot 4 hours ago. Get dinner made, eat, dishes done, try to work on a house project with The Fellow, and then it’s bedtime for Little Bit which depending on the night is a 1-3 hour endeavor of sitting in a dimly lit room reading her a bedtime story, feeding her a bottle, snuggling, rocking and singing “lullabies” which are actually every song I have ever memorized that are remotely suitable for a child, otherwise known as the entirety of the WV 4-H songbook.
But, it’s amazing.
Every hour I get to work I enjoy.
I don’t care how many loads of laundry I fold a week.
Bedtime has become my favorite part of the day.
I’m so grateful for those adorable moments of her clinging to my shirt as I rock her in the middle of the night, and I wouldn’t have things any other way.