Thought I quit, didn't you? I did too for a bit. My self fulfilling prophecy of rarely finishing anything I start.
The process of moving and renovating has been consuming my life, as one can imagine. Through all of this I have been shipping my child off to whoever dares to take him so I can participate in the renovations. After all of the progress we had made in the way of napping, that is the one thing that has been lost.
Oh the nap. The time in any parents day that they look forward to more than most things. Time to themselves to do what they please. Nap, pay bills, frolic through a dewy meadow. The world is your oyster when that baby finally naps. Mason was on a pretty regular routine until we started this endeavour. Now he is down from about 3 hours of napping a day (cue the angelic choir) to barely over one. And for every one hour of napping there is about one hour of crying, fussing, rolling around, singing show tunes, etc. We are home (apartment home) for a few days and I am trying to get the routine back on, but it is not working out so well.
With the last few days comes the concerns of what is going to happen when I go back to work. How on earth will a daycare provider be able to maintain the naps that I have worked so hard for? And how will this affect our home life? Then comes the thoughts of, should I go back to work? At what capacity? What can I do to make money if I don't?
So much to obsess about, so little time.
