Working life

Working with a baby can be hard.

I went back to work when my bear was 8 weeks. Granted it was from home, so I didn't need to leave the house (i.e. show my face in public), but I was still switching from mum mode to work mode on a daily basis. I actually wanted to go back to work, despite the plunket group thinking I was mental and perhaps selfish (I got some VERY disapproving glances).

So. I work. I LOVE my work. I don't just work for a pay check. I pride myself on my successes in my career and I found that having a baby didn't fill or eliminate that need for professional development and the challenges that provides. I want him to grow up seeing his mother work and understand that he fits into our family. I also want him to see that we've had to make some sacrifices in order for him to live in this home at the beach, in this amazing community. It may seem selfish, but it's important to us both that he integrates with the life we have created together prior to his arrival, and so far so good. He is a very adaptable and complacent baby.

So. As I said. Working with a baby can be hard. You have to be very organised. You need to really have a baby on a routine who can be cared for by others and it's definitely easier to be in a flexible working situation (to cope with days where you have a sick, teething child, or a baby who just wants their mummy day). 

I'm still learning how to play all of these different roles but it's slowly starting to come together. I'm beginning to pack his day bag on auto pilot, streaming the inventory list through my head, while slapping on some makeup, heels and cooking Art breakfast. Motherhood takes multi tasking to a whole new level!

Wednesdays and Fridays are Mum and Art days, and I love these days together now and look forward to them. Wednesdays are often errand running days and housework unfortunately, but Art likes to watch me try to cook him up purees and vacuum... I think?  It's definitely made more entertaining for him when I'm blasting Caspar Babypants on the stereo...Fridays are now becoming our more social days.

I actually don't think this would be of interest to anyone, so I'm sorry if you've dragged your eyes through these words only to think "shit that was boring". I can't give you those two minutes of your life back, but I can post some photos of Arthur?