If you’re Type A like me, time management, organization, and schedules are critical for sanity. After Samson falls asleep, I prepare lunches for the next day, clean around the house, shower, and maybe watch an episode or two of my favorite show(s). By this time at night, I’m running on fumes, but it saves me a lot of running-around in the morning. Ideally, waking up 30-45 minutes before Samson is best to prepare his bottle, dress, wear minimal make-up and put my hair in a bun. Everything runs smoothly and on time… until, a minute before heading out the door, there’s a mess in Samson’s pants and it gets on me too! Then traffic is hateful, in addition to crazy metro delays.
Okay, breathe in, breathe out, Maria. Oxygen to the brain! I’m freaking out by this point. This one classic example may or may not backtrack me at least 30 minutes to work. Example numero dos: let’s say that the entire week has been executed as planned– no accidents, minimal mess, cooperative metro ride, and then… my poor baby gets sick. Whether I’m at work or home, it’s a rush to the doctor or pharmacy.
Tres! Sometimes Samson is unlikely to stay on his sleeping and/or eating time; I have to find flexibility in my schedule and accommodate it to my baby’s needs. There’s A LOT, A LOT of multitasking, COFFEE, and sometimes wine involved– but that’s its own blog post, haha!
The three examples share this in common: schedule disruption. Even if there’s good time management and organization, key to surviving parenthood is flexibility and PATIENCE to abrupt changes! Stay calm and approach the issue efficiently with a lot of love, hugs, tickles, bottle and toys! Oh, this also means, being late to work, missing work or a special event.
Sacrifices must be done without freaking out about the schedule disruption(s). Samson is my top priority and whatever comes our way, all the challenges of being a mommy, it’s all worth it for him. He’s growing to such a smart, funny and sweet little boy! He’s definitely the best part of me and his daddy combined. Most recently, he prefers to throw the baseball with his left hand…hmmm! ❤