Friday, 16 March 2012


You can see I've not come up with any of the promised posts addressing my work-life balance issues: they are all brewing up in my head but none have made it out. Surprisingly, setting out my initial thoughts helped me quite a lot, and I have a couple of possibilities brewing up, one of which in particular would fit perfectly - it would be a steady-ish stream of work, but do-able from home to fit around bonzo, and would keep my specialisms up.
So why the long face today?
I think it's just, again, the daunting-ness of even trying to do anything at all with a baby in the house. I keep thinking it's going to get easier, that he's going to get less demanding, in the sense of having some reliable downtime. But it's all one step forward, one or two back. Today I'd planned a day basically at home so I could try and do some work to move forward my exciting possibility, so I took him upstairs for an after lunch nap, fed him, and he just wouldn't come off. After half an hour or so of sleep-sucking I gently detached him, and he howled, so I re-attached him, and half an hour later he was done. That was naptime, and I couldn't do any of the things I wanted to do, so all I did for an hour was despair about how he is never ever ever going to get over his infatuation with the breast; how he is the only 10 month old in the world still so besotted; how I will never be able to do or come to anything while he still needs just so much of me all the time.
And now he's having his brief early evening nap and instead of getting on with the writing work, I'm sitting here banging out a blog post about how I never get any time to do writing work....

1 comment:

  1. Right - rule #1 of baby rearing: Never plan anything for a naptime. Otherwise naptime will not happen. This rule is SET IN STONE.

    Secondly - accept that it just isn't as easy to get stuff done any more, and probably never will be. Instead of wanting it to go back to how it was before, find new ways to do things. Shove the baby in the direction of someone else for 10 minutes, and work like a beaver for those 10 minutes. Or learn to extreme multi-task (type one handed with the baby attached).

    Dejected is a feeling I do recognise, but it's also a feeling I learnt to deal with and do away with. I quite like the fact that I can't get anything done now, it gives me an excuse for being rubbish ;)