So it’s the holidays and that means “Macation” as my two year old calls it. For the first 3 months of his life I was on uninterrupted maternity leave (good thing since he was a coliky, insommniac baby and I spent most of my day ensuring that my arms never moved so he would be eternally comfortable), and the next two working no more than 4 hours a day. That all changed when we moved to Austin and I came back to work full time as a telecommuter. I tried for about a week to manage an active 5 month old baby and my job. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that as soon as the baby started crying the phone would ring! I’m sure looking back an outsider would have viewed my days like an Abbot and Costello film; a true comedy of errors, but within a week I was interviewing nannies.
That was really the best of both worlds for me. I could work hard, get my job done right and still hear his giggles, see his smiles and have plenty of time with him every day. At 18 months though my little social butterfly was asking where his friends were and I knew that it was time to cut the apron strings and enroll him in a more social environment. A is now a happy, adjusted toddler in a nearby church school and never wants to come home. This week, our Holiday Macation week, will be spent bouncing from one activity to another, trying to entertain him. I’m looking forward to the quality time, believe you me, but when your two year old knows that Sunday means he’ll see his friends tomorrow, and he’s already asking for them, you begin to wonder how the week will go!
Wish us luck, I have a feeling it might be easier to handle deadlines, presentations and colleagues than one little, cute, angelic, crazy kiddo missing his pint size running buddies. Good thing I wouldn’t trade our time for the world!