Last weekend, I had a preview of life as a work-at-home-dad. Danielle had class from 9 to 4, with an hour lunch break at noon, on Saturday and Sunday.
I’ve been amazed at how time-consuming the routine tasks of ‘infant management’ are. Sean would wake up from his morning nap at around 10, I’d feed him (a process that takes me anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour), and then hop in the shower with him. By the time we were both clean and dressed, it was almost noon: time for Danielle to come home, and almost time for Sean’s next nap.
Whenever one of us has been out of the house for a while, Sean gives us a HUGE smile when we get home. The smile he had for his mom was even bigger than usual because he knew she had the good stuff to eat. Danielle fed him and laid him back down for his afternoon nap, and then we ate. I was amazed at how fast the mornings went by.
The afternoons went pretty well, except for the eating part. Most days, Sean eats solid food when he wakes up from his morning nap and before he goes to bed for the night. So when I tried to feed him solid food after the afternoon nap, he looked at me like I’d lost my mind. I tried (and mostly failed) to coax a little food into him, and then we went for our afternoon walk to the Starbucks. Then Mom came home and we had a repeat of the ‘Oh, thank God you’re here. Dad’s been messing with the program, and I’m starving!’-face.
The rest of the day would play out normally. Danielle and I were both pretty tired, so we indulged in simple dinners and watched a lot of TV, which, these days, means Hulu.com. We’ve gotten completely hooked on Burn Notice, Fringe, and Kitchen Nightmares.
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1 JA3 // Sep 23, 2008 at 12:00 pm
See, that whole “bathing yourself and the baby every day” thing is your problem. Skipping that frees up all kinds of time. It’s not like he’s sweating or anything.
Also, remember that if he eats one good meal a day between now and when he’s 17, you’re doing fine.
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