*waits impatiently for a show of hands*
Which one of you knew that Master P and I had settled into a good daily routine, two hour nap included, affording me nearly enough time to do both that which I want to do and that which I housewifely must?
Who told him to start waking up as soon as I arise for my 30 minutes of pre-baby pre-husband caffeinated quiet time *shakes fist at centrally located but old/tiny/loud house*, shorten if not skip his naps entirely, and demand fairly constant attention otherwise (which I'm usually happy to give, but . . .)? #whinebitchmoancomplain
It's the great irony of new mom life, isn't it - as soon as your wee precious angel is no longer a non-sleeping newborn and you can get as much sleep as you need most nights (or close to it), you don't want to.
I look at my daily schedule with the zeal of an editor desperately looking for places to hack away, willing myself to need less sleep so I can just sneak in a little "me" time read a book or write a post already (or, you know, sweep the floors and pay a bill or two, blah blah) in between doing mom and wife duty. . . not unlike a toddler, actually, I want less snooze and more time for everything else.
I don't want less mom / wife / friend / volunteer time, not one bit - but can a girl get a bit more, well, girl time on top of it? (And still refer to herself as "girl" at the ripe ol' age of thirty
|The start of today's to-do list - if I write it down, it's almost as if I've completed it, right?|
I miss nothing nothing nothing about my dreary past lawyer life except for the ability to address my to-do list and have a little unscheduled fun time. As a mom here in the US I'm not supposed to admit that, I suspect - that's some foreshadowing for tomorrow's book review, ooh la la! - but . . .
Don't get me wrong - I'm grateful to have this high class problem, if also struggling to keep up with the ever changing rules of the game. This too shall pass - I recall when I've struggled to find this balance before, and equilibrium always restores itself, usually just as I grow accustomed to whatever phase it was.
That being said - 6 a.m. tomorrow morning, with the stealth of a ninja warrior (if also a ballet flat-clad one), I sneak out for my double date of at least one blissful hour with my Keurig and my laptop, if we can call something involving my fuzzy bath robe & living room a "date". No telling the toddler, mm'kay?