I cannot believe that people have a full time job and raise a baby. I know that most people do this. All my mom friends do it. My mom did it. And now I am doing it. But I am so tired.
When I first started my job, I was fresh out of college and remember reminiscing about all the time I had during those university years. At maximum I had two classes a day. And then I sat around watching 90210 reruns while debating where we were going to drink that night. Ah, college. I never appreciated the extreme relaxed schedule of college until I started working.
I feel a little of the same now. I had no idea how much free time I had when I was just working and had no baby. I could come home from work, sit on the couch a bit, go to the gym whenever I wanted, sit on the couch some more, maybe go out to dinner, talk on the phone, grade some paper, indulge in a glass of wine, read a book, relax, talk, rest.
Now the alarm goes off at 5:15. Ryan gets up to run and I get in the shower. I get ready, go downstairs to turn on the coffee and leave the house about 6:15. Ryan gets home from running, gets ready, wakes up the baby, feeds Paul, and takes him to daycare. I get to work and try to remember my lesson plans for the day, make some copies, and then attempt to entertain teenagers with US History. When I finish teaching I get everything ready for the next day, go through my millions of emails, squeeze in some grading and meet with students. I will say that my work day goes very fast and is very busy, so it is hard to find time to miss Paul. I think that is a good thing.
I leave work about 12:45 and pick up Paul (yes my hours are awesome for this year and I know I shouldn't complain) from daycare. We chat about how cute he was that day and then we head home. Paul usually falls asleep in the car so when we get home I VERY carefully try to get him in the house without waking him up. I am usually successful in this task and he continues to snooze in his car seat while I make myself some lunch. Then I sit down to eat and Paul wakes up. This happens almost everyday. Super. I give Paul a bottle and then we play while I try to scarf down my lunch. Ryan gets home around 3 and I hand over the baby so I can go to the gym. While I am there, Ryan usually give him another bottle. I get home from the gym, play with Paul a little more and then try to get dinner ready. Paul sits in his cute exersaucer while we eat. Then we clean up, make our lunches for the next day, get the coffee ready, and set out anything Paul may need for daycare. The baby gets another bottle and then we usually end the night by watching a recorded episode of Wheel of Fortune. Seriously.
Paul gets a bath and some snuggles and then goes to bed. I go downstairs and look at school work I might need to get done, and then usually don't do anything because I am too tired. I try to do a load of laundry, or wipe down the kitchen, or just sit on the couch to veg. I am in bed about 9:00 to try and read The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets' Nest, but I usually only get through a couple of pages before my eyes start to close.
To say we are exhausted is the understatement of the year.
I just feel like I am missing something. I don't understand how I am suppose to get everything done. There is always something to do.
Working moms, help me out. Am I just going to get used to this busy schedule? Am I missing a piece of the puzzle that will magically make all of this easier? Should Ryan rob a bank so I can stay home with my sweet baby? Help me!