The part-time parent

Aug 25, 2014 by

I’m feeling defeated. I’m sitting here on the couch downstairs after trying to get my son to sleep for the last three hours. I’m now watching him on the monitor, sitting up, wide awake. He took a nice little nap around hour one-and-a-half, and then decided to wake up. I don’t know what else to do to get him to sleep. I suppose when it gets fully dark outside he’ll realize it’s nighttime and we can try again.

 

It’s like this at the end of every weekend. Every Sunday night I look forward to going back to work on Monday because I’m completely drained by a marathon bedtime routine on Sunday evening. I find myself longing for the routines of daycare for him, and work for me. At daycare he will eat, sleep and poop at regular intervals; a far cry, it seems, from our carefree, often routine-less weekends. Weekends spent as a family are fun, but we all seem to function better during the weekdays.

The Easygoing Mom Finds Daycare

Jul 28, 2014 by

Save for the occasional anxiety-induced meltdown, I’m a pretty easygoing person.  This mostly carried over into my pregnancy and parenting as well, though now that I’m a mom I sometimes fear that my approach might be seen as careless or even irresponsible.  For example, when I was pregnant, I totally had my one cup of coffee per day, highlighted my hair, and enjoyed hotdogs (OMG, so many hotdogs). We chose our daughter’s pediatrician based on proximity to our house.  I occasionally just wipe baby’s binkie off on my shirt when it falls.  I have let her sit in the grocery store shopping cart without wiping it down first.  To be clear, I am not knocking people who do or don’t do this stuff!  I just personally tend not to get hot and bothered about things, and honestly, living life this way has always worked for me.

You know you’re a working mom when…

Jun 16, 2014 by

You are the first one to leave work at the end of the day because you have to pick your kid up from daycare.

I feel super awkward walking by my coworkers’ offices on my way out the door but, seriously, that “five dollars for every five minutes past 6:00” policy our daycare has scares me to death. We’re already paying the equivalent of our mortgage each month towards daycare, so outta my way if I’m running late. As it is, I’m always either the last or second-to-last parent picking their kid up right before the clock strikes 6:00, so it’s not like I ditch work early and mosey on over to daycare. I wonder how my fellow coworker parents manage leaving any later.

 

Your nice work clothes always have a mystery stain on them.

Daycare Dilemma: I Have No Idea What I’m Doing With My Three-Year-Old This Summer.

Apr 11, 2014 by

I have been remiss in not getting back to a few of you who left comments for me somewhat recently.  No real excuse except for the usual busy-ness.  It’s on my list, I promise.

Nothing profound in this week’s post.  Just an attempt to crowd-source a solution to a child care issue headed my way this summer:

Right now, I drive my kids to two separate schools each morning.  I have a toddler in a private daycare, and a preschooler in a public school program supplemented with a paid after-school program.  The entire drop-off process probably takes about a half hour to forty minutes, but that doesn’t include the time it takes me in the morning to get them ready and get myself ready.  Sometimes I just get them ready and out the door, do the drop-off, then go back home to shower and start my day.  Not the most efficient use of time, I know, but sleep has been an issue, especially with a toddler who still night-nurses.  We’re working on transitioning her out of our bed and into a cot in our room.

Supermom’s Handbag

Jan 23, 2014 by

I recently began a little ritual at my office.  It starts by me walking to the bathroom 5 minutes before quittin’ time, and, ends with me wearing jeans and sensible shoes.  But a little background first.  A few weeks ago, we were expecting a snow storm to snarl and basically turn the evening commute home into a giant traffic jam.  Expecting that the kids’ daycare would have an early dismissal, I packed a pair of jeans in my handbag (and no, no, no, NOT mom jeans)  before leaving home, with the intention of changing out of my dressy work pants and into jeans and boots to tromp through the snow in the parking lot later that day.  Well, sure enough, my Mom ESP was spot on, and I had to leave work early to pick up the Twosome.  In fine Clark Kent fashion, I marched off to the ladies’ room, changed out of my work outfit, and into my jeans and trusty Sorel snow boots in preparation for the trek home.

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