Help arrives
I love staying home with Isaac, I really do. It is so much simpler than trying to work and be a mom at the same time. I get to set the deadlines (Bedtime at 9! Why? Cause I'm the Mama!). The drama is minimal (Tacos for dinner? Oh NO! We have no sour cream! The HORROR!). The boss is literally a big softie. Most of the time.
But the hours? Oh, man. With a boy who is never guaranteed to sleep through the night, one is basically on the clock 24 hours a day. It was hard to live in Seattle, over 2000 miles from our families, but we did get to pawn him off on his daycare ladies for 6 hours a day so I could get some grown-up time to myself. Now we live closer to the grandmas and grandpas, but they are still a prohibitive 10-hour drive away. We are in a new place and know no one, Michael is in a new job and is working like crazy, so the boy and I are alone together a lot. Of course this is what I signed up for and of course I sort of knew what I was getting in to. But, if you are following along, this pretty much means I haven't had a decent break from my mommy responsibilities (not counting weekend naps) since Grandma and Grandpa O'Neal left almost 2 months ago. I'm going crazy. Wait.."going"? Heck. I'm already certifiable, I'm sure.
Lucky for my boys, help is suddenly just around the corner. Grandma Ross found out that she has earned some vacation for her massive O/T efforts and is coming out for an extended weekend, arriving this Thursday. The week after or thereabouts, Grandma and Grandpa O'Neal are driving out, along with Dada's Great-Aunt Midge, to stay for about a week. Grandma and Grandpa Ross, and possibly Uncle Chris and soon-to-be-officially Aunt Jean, are coming out for Thanksgiving. And the boys and I are going home for at least a month at Christmas time. We will have extra pairs of hands galore for the foreseeable future.
But aside from that, this weekend I did what I should have done looooong ago: I interviewed a babysitter. A new girlfriend of mine with an 8-month-old of her own found a great college-girl babysitter through the University's online classifieds. I looked there, found an ad placed by a nice Junior named Meghan who is CPR and first-aid certified and has extensive toddler-sitting experience. I asked her to come over this Tuesday to meet Isaac and hang out with him while I scour the house in preparation for Grandma Ross's arrival. We already know from our many campus walks that Isaac loves him some college honeys, so I think this will be a match made in heaven.
But the hours? Oh, man. With a boy who is never guaranteed to sleep through the night, one is basically on the clock 24 hours a day. It was hard to live in Seattle, over 2000 miles from our families, but we did get to pawn him off on his daycare ladies for 6 hours a day so I could get some grown-up time to myself. Now we live closer to the grandmas and grandpas, but they are still a prohibitive 10-hour drive away. We are in a new place and know no one, Michael is in a new job and is working like crazy, so the boy and I are alone together a lot. Of course this is what I signed up for and of course I sort of knew what I was getting in to. But, if you are following along, this pretty much means I haven't had a decent break from my mommy responsibilities (not counting weekend naps) since Grandma and Grandpa O'Neal left almost 2 months ago. I'm going crazy. Wait.."going"? Heck. I'm already certifiable, I'm sure.
Lucky for my boys, help is suddenly just around the corner. Grandma Ross found out that she has earned some vacation for her massive O/T efforts and is coming out for an extended weekend, arriving this Thursday. The week after or thereabouts, Grandma and Grandpa O'Neal are driving out, along with Dada's Great-Aunt Midge, to stay for about a week. Grandma and Grandpa Ross, and possibly Uncle Chris and soon-to-be-officially Aunt Jean, are coming out for Thanksgiving. And the boys and I are going home for at least a month at Christmas time. We will have extra pairs of hands galore for the foreseeable future.
But aside from that, this weekend I did what I should have done looooong ago: I interviewed a babysitter. A new girlfriend of mine with an 8-month-old of her own found a great college-girl babysitter through the University's online classifieds. I looked there, found an ad placed by a nice Junior named Meghan who is CPR and first-aid certified and has extensive toddler-sitting experience. I asked her to come over this Tuesday to meet Isaac and hang out with him while I scour the house in preparation for Grandma Ross's arrival. We already know from our many campus walks that Isaac loves him some college honeys, so I think this will be a match made in heaven.
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