Now I lay him down to nap
I pray that he won’t take a crap
But if he goes before he wake
I pray that he won’t make a lake.
Okay, it is not fine poetry or anything, but I have to think of something for the hours a day I spend alone, feeding/rocking/soothing him. Another mom might, say, find a way for peace in the Middle East or think of how to avoid the fiscal cliff while satisfying both Republicans and Democrats. Sadly, I am not that mom and the best I got is bad, grammatically incorrect poetry.
In other non-baby news, I start my new job with Kaizen Financial Advisors in just under one month. I’m a bit apprehensive – How will I fit it in on top of chores and bike training in the limited time he’s asleep? Will we have to get a nanny to give me enough time? Will I do ok and like it in finance-land, a place I’ve never spent any time? – but I think I will enjoy having some part of my life that requires my brain. Most of my days I feel like a robot could do my job just as well but more patiently and without sleep. I will be able to work from home and start with a small number of hours to ease into it, so it should be manageable. I hope.
In that vein, we are getting a very, very large armoire from a friend of Mom’s. This thing apparently folds out into a couple big desk wings plus storage space, but you can close the doors and hide everything away. I’m excited about this, but it is big (did I mention that? Yes, BIG) and very heavy and awkward. We are looking for 2 or 3 strong volunteers plus one pickup truck to help move it. Timing is flexible. Please let me know if you can help!
There’s more going on, but only so much blogging time in the day. Until next time, be well, do good work, and keep in touch.