My day before the wee one was born:
7:30: Wake up, get ready for work.
8:30: Leave for work
6-ish: Come home or go to dance class
8-ish: make dinner
9: watch a movie or TV, knit, read
11: go to bed
(actually, it kills me to think of how many evening hours I just frittered away, when I could’ve been doing things like going to the BSO or museums or seeing friends)
Now my schedule is:
5:45: BF wakes. I try to get him to go back to sleep.
6:00: Vigorous shushing fails, move to the couch so as not to wake Mr. Fizz – as he keeps telling me, he has to be awake to bring home the bacon.
6:30: BF falls asleep again. I nod off.
7:30: BF starts screaming in his sleep. I wake him and he is instantly happy. Happy!
8:00: Generally, my mom arrives. At this point I either go back to sleep or go into work.
4:30: Leave work, trek home. Pump before mom leaves, while hearing about how good BF was during the day.
4:50: Mom leaves, BF screams.
5-6:30: Various entertainments: we read, build with blocks, watch the mobile, work on the rolling over, listen to the Aibo, play in the bouncer, watch the baby in the mirror, call Mr. Fizz repeatedly to tell him to hurry home and bring some dinner because it is bedtime, dammit.
6:30: Wash BF in the bathroom sink. Allow him to splash if he’s warm enough.
7:00: Change BF into his jammies, begin process of nursing him to sleep while watching HGTV (mmm…househunters)
8:00: attempt to hand off sleeping BF to Mr. Fizz so I can teach dance class/perform.
8:05: Screamies; more nursing while trying to put on makeup/write up choreography.
8:30: leave house, screamies still in progress. Make Mr. Fizz promise not to put BF face down in the crib while screaming.
10-11: Home and bed. When I’m home at night I take BF to bed with me; if not, Mr. Fizz does the honors.
Hourly: wake up and soothe the wee one.
I miss the days when I didn’t have to worry about anybody’s schedule except Mr. Fizz’s. Everything is about 100 times more complicated these days…good thing BF is so cute!