I Did It.Posted: November 2, 2007
Today was a big day.
You see, my wife went back to work yesterday. She’s a teacher. That meant full child care mode was set to take place.
But, because my son goes to pre-school Tuesdays and Thursdays, those days are a little easier. See, my mother-in-law watches the kids. If I was to take them both on Tuesday and Thursday, then I’d be dropping them both off and she’d be right back in the car to take Aidan to school.
So, on Aidan’s school days, Renee drops Erin off at her parents. She leaves the house between 6:30 and 6:45 a.m., leaving Aidan and me to hang out before having to leave at 8:30 for preschool.
This is basically a piece of cake. We play. We watch Thomas. There are no issues at all. Well, most of the time.
But, Monday, Wednesday and Friday — different ballgame. Yes, Renee is still leaving between 6:30 and 6:45 a.m., but she’s not taking Erin with her.
So, on those three days, it’s me getting the two of them ready and out the door. Now, it’s only an hour or so before we have to get moving, but it’s new territory.
And while I was a bit nervous, Renee was probably excited — knowing she’d have 20 minutes of peace and quiet on her drive to work.
You see, part of the nervousness is that, well, I haven’t had a great deal of solo time with both kids. So there’s that part.
There’s also the part that Erin isn’t doing incredibly well with taking a bottle from me. But, the good news? Renee fed her before she left, so if the timing worked out right, I actually wouldn’t have to feed her — at least not on the first day of this madness.
Of course, it wasn’t madness. It worked out pretty well. Preparation is the key, and Renee did a lot of that. I’ll be doing more of it, but she was a huge help this morning in making it all work. I think she sensed my nervousness. Not a lot, but definitely a little.
And when we got to my inlaws, we even made it all in with one trip. Aidan, here, put on your backpack. Aidan, please carry this for me. Oh, and Aidan, can you take this? Great!
That left me with Erin and her back. And the leftover birthday cake to give to my in-laws. Forty by 40, you know!
What else? I got nothin’.