It Looks a Lot Easier in the Movies
Today was Kristen’s first day back at work and also my first full day with Henry. All. By. My. Self. (I know myself is one word, but I did that for empasis’ sake.) I’ve had him alone for stretches up to 5 hours, but today will double that, if not a little more.
Anyway, it being 4:15 my time (and the baby asleep for the first time since 11 AM), I figured I’d just assure everyone that, yes, he’s still alive and, yes, I would do this every day of my life if I could.
It’s difficult doing this full-time (although I have to say that I never thought otherwise, never once thought that Kristen had it easy), but the most amazing thing is that, since 7:45 this morning when Kristen walked out the door, I really haven’t done anything. I’ve fed Henry and changed him and we went for a walk, but the most constructive thing I did all day was load the dishwasher and run it (I haven’t yet unloaded it). I’m even a little amazed that I have time to write this.
I’m alone again tomorrow and Wednesday, and again next Monday through Wednesday, and I hope by the end of those six days (sandwiching the Thanksgiving holiday), things will run a little smoother and there will be a lot less tears.
On my part, that is.
