I met someone a few days back who told me that I was “sooo lucky” that I chose to stay home and “do nothing” after Nadi was born. And then she went on and on about career choices and ladders and climbing up and success. But the minute she said “doing nothing”, suddenly her voice went all slow and warbly as a full blown colour play by play of my new and mommied life started infront of my eyes.
7:45am and I am beaten awake by Nadi who is such a morning person it’s amazing. Follow about 3 hours of energizer bunny activity during which I manage to make bed, clean up the room, catch the 9:30am episode of CSI Miami, eat breakfast (the most important meal ofthe day), get Nadir to have breakfast, organize lunch and make the shopping/task list for the day. Around 11, the battery starts wearing out and Nadi goes for a nap. In the next hour “off”, I catch my 11am episode of Numbers, quickly shower and change, and manage to check my mail and send off the first lot of any work emails/responses/fwds and sometimes even randomly browse . Slight stirring and Round Two starts. Of games, crawling, exploring, dancing. A couple of hours and a filthy child on my hands, covered in floor dust and food remnants, it’s bath time. Possibly my fave part of the day. Bathing, dressing, lunch and another nap (which would be my second round of me/online/work time)take us to 5ish pm when we actually manage to leave the house for our out-time. Could be a drive to Nanna-momma’s. Could be a hop skip at the park. A mall trawl. Evenings are usually social, out somewhere, people and extreme dad excitement and around 8 we are in need of a recharge again. Down time then last about an hour (my evening shower/change/hangout with hubby/finalize any pending work)before its another couple of hours of extreme action and then bedtime approximately 10:30pm.)*
She was right. I was lucky. Supremely so. After all, I am home and “doing nothing”. All day.
*subject to daily chaos/change/moods and all other forms of unpredictability related to baby-growing.