Day 5 and I’m blogging on my iPhone in the ferry on the way to work.
I’ve always known I work better with deadlines, especially looming ones. This whole working mum thing is basically one big deadline that resets every morning; kinda like my personal ground hog day.
Everyday I’m rushing; to spend time with C, get out of the house, finish work on time, get back to put her down, etc. Glutton for punishment anyone?
Our morning schedule: up at 6am for a shower before I pick C up from her room for a quick suckle (yup we are still nursing). We play in my room till about 7.15-7.30 am; she plays with my GHD while I do a quick blow dry and we brush our teeth together. She goes to the lounge and I’m back upstairs to change and kiss Mr. P goodbye (yup he is still in bed). I grab breakfast and get on the 8.06 bus to the pier for the 8.15 ferry. I would walk it just not during summer. In the office by 9am.
For the last 4 days, I left by 6.10pm and getting home for C’s bedtime. I’m hoping this will last for the next 6 months.
Our transition wasn’t without bumps; more later, time to get off the ferry.
Here’s C looking mightily adorbs!