So here it is, 5am and I'm rushing around the house making sure I get everything done, and what do I feel like doing? Blogging. I have milliseconds of time, but will take more, in order to write about one of the biggest lessons I've learned as a new working mother. BE PREPARED.
Today I commute to Baltimore, which means Samara has to be dropped off at the childcare center at 6:30am, which is right when they open. This means I get up at 4am. Now, sometimes there is lag time, like today (although I still have an hour and a half so I may be lulled into a false sense of security). The truth of it is, with a baby you can't actually manage time on a strict schedule. You need flexibility. SO, that means you get up early in order to CREATE the extra time. Silly, I know, but I would rather lose out on an extra half an hour of sleep in order to cushion myself with nursing time if she decides she is hungry the minute I put her in her carseat, than give myself the exact amount of time necessary and get stressed, agitated and emotional when she gets hungry and the extra feeding time causes me to be late. The key is to make sure I don't blame HER for MY inability to time our routine properly. It is never, ever her fault for being hungry or spitting up or peeing through her clothes. THAT is my fault.
Which reminds me - her carseat. I used to like that thing... It still holds a certain sense of charm for me. I can now mostly rely on it to hold my dear child and cradle her to sleep while on car rides; but as Samara grows, its dependability is decreasing. Not only that but it seems that this carseat triggers my daughter's bodily functions, and only on weekday mornings at 7:30am (normally scheduled departure time) - I KID YOU NOT! No matter which way I plan the morning routine, this daughter of mine will be placed into the carseat, and promptly spit her food all back up. Or as I'm rushing around (b/c no matter how much time you have, you're still rushing around!) I go to place her in the carseat, and as I support her little tush going into the thing, I realize I misapplied the diaper and she's peed right through her pants. And on other days, she's bathed, cute, happy and I put her in there, and the sirens begin - um, I mean, her lungs... Her food from two hours ago has worn off and she is HUNG-ry!
It is now double the time past what I allocated, so I may be screwed. Let's just hope the food stays down, she is satisfied with the food I just gave her, and I apply her diaper properly. Now the only thing that can keep me from leaving on time is a bad hair day...!!
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