The last couple years have been full of change to say the least. I've gone from full time freelancer to part time employee/freelancer to working two office jobs to working one office job to working one office job from home.
Add to that, getting married, getting pregnant, being a mom and moving to a few different houses along the way and you've got yourself two crazy busy years!
I knew that having a baby would be a huge adjustment in a lot of ways, particularly as a mom who works. We decided before Gabe was born that childcare (at least in a full-time setting) just wasn't what we wanted to do for our family, so I became a work at home mom. (Well first, I was actually a bring the baby to work mom, but I'll talk about that more in a minute).
It's a blessing to be able to do both. And it's crazy beyond anything I ever thought. There are many musings I could throw out on being a work at home mom, like how to balance work and family life, how to make a schedule, how to breath while doing everything. Truth is, I'm still figuring all that out, and have a feeling I will be doing that for a long, long time. (Hey, life's a journey, right?!)
Before the year even started I knew that this would be something I would be learning/struggling with in 2014. That's why "courage" is my word of the year (More on that
HERE). You may be thinking...courage is what you think you need to adjust your schedule 100 times a year? Yes, for a control freak who has anxiety issues galore, courage is just what the doctor ordered.
Anyway, this blog is not to talk about courage, but rather, to share a little about the zany work-at-home mom life. My son just turned 8 months old, and some days we are rocking life together and others are oh. so. rocky. Here's a glimpse of how my "schedule" has evolved over the last 8 months:
Gabe is born 2/23/14 in a whirlwind of an event at almost midnight. I recover, enjoy my baby and e-mail my coworkers from my phone. "Hey, I'm not coming in this week because I had a baby!"
Month 1: I check in with work here and there and do some social media updating, but mostly I adjust to mom life, nurse that baby 400 times a day and binge watch all three seasons of Scandal. Oh. My.
Month 2: It's time to be "normal" again I decide. Gabe's healthy. I'm healthy. Let's go back to work. I somehow think it'll be easier to work in an office, so from 9-12 or 1 every day I load up my boy and head to the office. I put that little rugrat on a pillow on my boob and type away. He gets tired of that, and we bounce around the office, walk outside so he doesn't disturb the peace, get him to sleep. Finally! But only on my lap. I muster up a solid hour of productivity in and then surprise, Gabe is ready to be awake again and it's only 10:30.
Month 3: I learn what a Moby wrap is, so all the same stuff as the month 2, but we have slightly more napping success.
Month 4: Surprise! Gabe doesn't JUST want to eat or sleep anymore. And when he does sleep and eat it's not always between 9-12 every morning. And, if he does eat between 9-12 he doesn't do it without a lot of wiggling around. I must be quiet. VERY quiet and still and dark and MAYBE he'll focus long enough then. Maybe. I cut back days going in the office. I switch up hours to afternoons. I cry and decide I just can't do it anymore and it's time to be poor!
Month 5: My coworkers understand and let me become a Work at Home Mom! Everything will be sunshine and butterflies now.
The REAL Month 5-7 (A Day in the Life):
6 a.m.: I attempt to wake up around now to have those few quiet moments before Gabe wakes up, put on clothes, collect my thoughts, pray. I fail 75% of the time on this.
8 a.m.: Gabe wakes up for real this time and usually that signals me to get a move on. I scramble for clothes for me and a clean diaper for Gabe. I put him in the living room with some entertainment and locate coffee. I attempt a morning devotional while chasing Gabe around the room, feeding the dog and eating breakfast. I definitely don't finish my coffee.
9 a.m.: Check in the work world (read e-mails, update social media). Go for a walk/run with the little one OR don't. One of those.
10 a.m.: Come home. Sometimes he's fallen asleep on the walk and I sing praises and quietly attempt the stroller to bed transfer. Usually that doesn't go down, so instead I put him in a highchair or johnny jumper and shower quickly while singing and peeking my head out to keep him calm for just. five. minutes.
11 a.m.: Maybe Gabe's ready for a nap around now. He's rubbing his eyes and whining about everything. I feed him. Bounce him. Try to reason with him. Repeat that a few times and BAM he's out! If I haven't fallen asleep trying to settle Gabe down, I reheat my cup of coffee and work for some amount of time. Sometimes it's hours, usually much less.
12/1 p.m.: Gabe wakes up and eats. Joseph comes home for lunch and I make us some food.
1 p.m.: Joseph's gone. Gabe's wide open. We play and all that stuff for the next few hours. Inside/outside. Sometimes we run some errands, etc.
3-4ish: Nap time again! Usually we both fall asleep here but also it sometimes serves as a window for more work done and coffee reheat #3.
5:30 p.m.: Gabe's up! Dad's home! I start dinner.
6/7 p.m.: We all eat and hang out and do our family thing.
7-9 p.m.: Helloooooo, grumpy-o'clock. This is the two-hour stretch of "I want to go to sleep but I will fight it for the next two hours." Baths happen here. Stories sometimes go down. Joseph and I tag team chasing the baby around while I squeeze in a little work and he draws. And at last, bed time for the baby.
9 p.m.: Sometimes, more coffee happens here. I finally have a stretch of time to work. And usually, I capitalize on it, at least for a couple hours. I also write and work on blogs here when I don't have tons of work left to do or managed to get somethings done during the day.
12-2 a.m.: I decide I should go to bed too, so I don't fail at that 6 a.m. wake up thing.
3 a.m.: Gabe wants to wake up too!
5 a.m.: Definitely Gabe wants to eat.
6 a.m. No, definitely, no. I stayed up way too late.
And that's sorta how my day goes. To sum up, I work when I can. I try to pray and exercise, feed my family and take time to do my personal creative projects all while being an awesome, available wife, mom and employee.
Some days are better than others.
It takes courage for all moms to do what they do, however they do it. To all you work-at-home moms, here's me telling you, telling us, to cut ourselves a little slack. You can't be good at everything every single day, so relax. Do what you can. It will all get done eventually. It always does. Breath. Cry a little. Hug that baby. And have the courage to do it all again the next day!
Happy Mommying!
XOXO-Holli