We’ve been moved for nearly 2 weeks now. I take comfort in that. After all, who’s totally moved in after 2 weeks?
The truth is we don’t have much time to devote to the moving-in process. And the house isn’t organized enough to make quick work of it. For example, it would be very easy to unpack many boxes of books… if we knew where the shelves for the bookcase were.
I’m not that uncomfortable. Our house is in its usual messy state. Except for the dining room which still looks like this:
Because of Eric’s busy schedule I’m back to one of my regular conundrums. The weekday morning. Doing the weekday morning as a working mom preferably involves support staff. Or an early wakeup call to beat your kid to the punch.
Sadly those are unavailable to me. Eric’s early work hours mean I’m on my own. And no matter how early I wake up, the Bug is awake already. I find him most mornings sitting on the floor next to his bed, holding his shoes.
This week I’ve tried a new approach that seems to help. Instead of support staff and an early wakeup, I have two requirements.
1. The gate.
We’ve gone through at least 3 wooden gates and the last time I had to replace one I opted for this hardcore version. It gets the job done. I put it up at night to keep the Bug from wandering downstairs while we’re sleeping. (Not that he’s ever left his room, but just in case.)
On Monday morning I decided to leave it up. That way I had full access to the bathroom and could keep the bedroom doors open to give the Bug some room to play.
The Bug being the Bug, he demanded to be entertained. He doesn’t find makeup application terribly entertaining. So I brought in the next requirement.
2. The Television.
Yes, yes, I’m letting my kid watch tv. Daily. So sue me.
The Bug’s current status with toys and playing is complex. There are behaviors we’re trying to encourage and many others we’re trying to discourage. And the stuff that would keep him busy is stuff I can’t really let him do for an unlimited period without supervision.
So. The TV. As you can see, he is looking at a bulldozer of some sort. His recent favorite show is called Mighty Machines, from Canada in the mid-90’s, and it does nothing but follow around a bunch of large trucks, trains and machines. It is incredibly boring. The Bug adores it.
This new approach has worked pretty well.
Today is an early therapy day. One therapist comes at 7, the nanny comes at 7:30, another therapist comes at 8. And the whole point of the early therapy is so I can have a chance to observe and communicate with his supervising therapist.
Shortly before 7 I brought the Bug downstairs. I was dressed but without makeup. And at that point it becomes hard for me to leave. Especially because the Bug was playing with all of us, including me. And that kind of social play is not so common with him. I had to take advantage.
Once I finally got myself together, made my lunch (ha ha!! I am on top of things!!) and threw my makeup in a bag to take with me to work, I grabbed my shoes and got ready to head out the door.
Except it was raining.
No big deal. I had just taken my umbrella out of my purse last night, it should be right….
Thus commenced a good half hour of scouring the house for my umbrella. It was only after some time that I realized it had probably been pilfered by Eric as he made his way out the door at the crack of dawn.
It only got more rainy as time passed. I now have to walk for about 5 minutes to get to the bus and then wait without any kind of shade or cover. And I don’t own anything with a hood. Disaster.
Finally I borrowed the nanny’s umbrella and headed out for a commute that looked like this:
To minimize my time spent in the rain I took the bus-to-bus route. (There is also bus-train-bus or bus-train-walk.) Luckily my buses weren’t crowded because I had a whole bunch of wet stuff to put down at my feet.
Purse, umbrella, bag with my sweater, phone charger, book and makeup bag. All pretty wet.
Note my flip-flop-clad feet. It’s supposed to be 97 degrees today. I dressed for heat rather than rain. While I trudged through the puddles I realized it would have been a good time for my pink rain boots.
So mornings are iffy. Better, but iffy. (To top it all off, despite bringing my lunch I was starving two hours later. Fail all around!)
The evenings are not going so hot. The mob rush for the bus home from the train station can be rather manic. I come home nearly every day to find that I forgot to take something out of the freezer for dinner. (And then, inevitably, forget again.)
I’ve been needing to make a grocery run but that is not happening. By the time I get home it’s nearly 6 and the Bug is nearing exhaustion. Yesterday I put him in his stroller even though he was already in his pajamas to hit up CVS for some milk.
I have horrendously overdue library books that I don’t know when I’ll be able to return since the library isn’t on the way home. And I don’t have a new library card yet now that we’ve moved into the city. Yesterday I had to (gasp!) buy a book for my book club as there was no other way for me to obtain it. Boo.
Looks like my Sunday shopping trips will need to get pretty hard core. Which will not be nearly so fun if I am spouse-less as I often am. Hoo boy.
This stuff all sounds kind of small and silly. But I’m not thrilled about how often I am a little late for work or have to leave early. I have to get back to relieve the nanny. I have to leave for various appointments. I’m still not allowed to take paid time off because I haven’t passed my 90 days. It is frustrating. I definitely feel like it’s near impossible to pull all this off as a working mom.
On the plus side, Eric will be constantly home for the next week when he gets one of his weeks off.
Have I mentioned the insanity that is his vacation schedule? He has to request 4 weeks out of the entire year and there’s no guarantee that he’ll get what he requests. We just got our breaks for next year, they’re in September, December, March and June. Decently spaced, thankfully. We try to ask for unpopular weeks in the hopes we can plan them to be every quarter or so.
For Eric’s week off I will work half of it (can’t take the whole week off yet!) and spend the other half (in unpaid leave) with him in our favorite Maine B&B while the nanny stays home with the Bug.
Yes we’re living the high-life. Dashing in for off-season prices, taking a vacation that will last 48 whole hours, spending 4 hours in the car each way. We’re talking a hardcore luxury vacay, y’all. We know how to bring it.
I hear a clawfoot tub calling my name…