Burnt potatoes and lowered standards
Since Baby G and I celebrated our newfound freedom last week by going on a craft retreat vacation in Oregon, this is my first “normal” week of being a stay-at-home mom.
My take away today is that I’ve got to set some boundaries.
This is the first time in my adult life I haven’t worked outside the home, and I can already tell I’m going to need some direction to make this work.
Today, Baby G and I slept in until 9 a.m. I grabbed her from her crib and nursed her when she woke up at 6:30 a.m., and then we dozed off and cuddled in bed together for several more hours. While I loved those hours of sweet snuggles, the rest of the day I felt I was working to get back that lost time.
I sliced up a few sweet potatoes for Baby G and put them in the oven. Then I forgot about them and burnt them. I opened the fridge trying to plan what to make for dinner and realized I needed groceries. I got Baby G dressed to go to the grocery store and then got distracted by a phone call. We never went to the store. I never made dinner.
I did have some special moments with the girl, so the day wasn’t a total bust. But this is just so different than what I’m used to … no boss with high expectations, no concrete deadlines, no colleagues relying on me to pull my weight. It’s just me and a 9-month-old looking to me for love, nurturing and protection. And a house that won’t clean itself.
I’ve got to set my own expectations, my own deadlines – all while having grace for myself, because the whole point of this new life isn’t to finish a ton of projects or keep a perfect house but to spend quality time with my daughter.
So I’m forgiving myself for falling short today, modifying my expectations for tomorrow, and promising myself I’ll get an early start. I’m going to think about the things that need to get done each day and prioritize them, keeping in mind that home life with an infant isn’t anything close to predictable.