I’ve mentioned before that I have gone back to work one day a week. My friend/employer made me an offer I couldn’t refuse which included the daycare fee for Brady. While I felt some guilt about putting him in daycare before his first birthday, I rationalized that it’s only one day a week and he’s pretty solid already. Plus, his big brother will be there to protect him.
Once we settled into a Tuesday routine and I saw that Brady was going to be okay there, I began thinking about bringing him on Wednesdays, too. This would give me a whole day at home without both children, allowing me to focus on the projects that never get any of my attention, including the care and maintenance of Stewart’s business and my own professional pursuits.
I finally decided what I want to do for the next phase of my career. I am really good at visualizing my future and here’s how it looks: in five years, we will be living in Connecticut on an old farm. We’ll have a charming house that is big enough for all of us but not too big to clean. Perhaps there will be a barn to house our little sailboat and/or Stewart’s engineering shop.
I will have an office in the house with windows that look out into the forest. In that office I will be a writer who works from home and is available to her children when they get home from school.
Today was the first day that I had stretching before me with no kids to deal with. I had a great list of things to tackle. Of course the first thing I was going to do was to organize my workspace in preparation for the accomplishments that I would make here.
And then yesterday, around 3:00PM Pacific Time, I felt The Pox creep up on me. At first I thought “Lunch must have disagreed with me…oh well.” But by 8:30 I was a whimpering ball of pain and fever. I caught the nasty stomach bug that has been going around, and it rendered me useless yesterday and all of today. I spent the day in bed, not able to enjoy my newfound freedom, feeling guilty that I was home not working and Brady had been sent off to daycare anyway.
And now Stewart just left to pick the kids up, so this day is over. I guess I will try again next week.
No you didn’t get to use the day the way you intended but honestly being as sick as it sounded you were…perhaps having both children at day care was a blessing.
I hope you are feeling better….been where you are and it wasn’t all that pleasant.
Your 5-year plan sounds wonderful. Feel better soon!
At least you got to sleep and get better without a 3-year-old hanging around asking for stories and a 10-month-old hanging off your boobies — like I did last month. I guess the nasty bug we had finally made it out west. Now it can fall into the sea and DIE like it deserves! Yechh.
Just think what it would have been like if the boys weren’t in daycare. Hope next week goes more according to plan (haha! if parenthood taught me anthing, it was that nothing ever goes according to plan!)
Sorry you’re not feeling well.
Don’t fire me though. I’m up north in CA in San Francisco.
Any chance you’d want to drive up for a weekend road trip and meet me up here? I’m out here the whole looooong weekend… 🙂
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And, I will definitely be stalking you the next time I get to LA!