As somebody who goes into work once a week, works from home on the other days and run around after a 16 month old, I am always looking for ways that I can fit everything in. I think it would be definitely possible to fit everything in if I had about three or four more hours in the day, or maybe a housekeeper or a cook or a really good assistant.
On a good day I’ll spend between 3 – 4 hours in the day on work, and hour on exercising, about an hour on baking bread/snacks, 2 hours on household chores and the rest is spent feeding/playing/changing/getting to nap/chasing Riley. Fly Lady helped with some of the cleaning/household stuff so at least it is theoretically achieveable now. But on a bad day (teething, illness, separation anxiety, general grumpiness) nothing is achieveable and it tends to throw the rest of the week into disarray. The worst is when I have an urgent deadline and Riley is tugging at my hand to go outside. I hate that.
The truth is I think I would prefer it if I wasn’t being pulled in different directions and I could afford to stay at home without working. Sometimes I feel like at least that way if I was going to be home, I could really be home. But by the same token, I am so grateful that I have the kind of job where I can mostly do it from home and so avoid institutionalised childcare (at least for the time-being). And while off-topic, yes I reject the notions that childcare is “good for them”, “necessary for socialisation” and while it may be necessary for some people based on their individual situations I think it should be avoided if at all possible.
But back to my topic, the childcare thing seems like a post for another day. My schedule which sometimes works and sometimes doesn’t depending upon how cooperative Riley is being accounts for pretty much every 5 minute section. But I’m anal and structured I like it that way.
My name is Zoey. 






























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