|Welcome to my home office, this is my capable assistant, Penelope.|
Earlier today, feelings of inadequacy overcame me when I finished that one email and suddenly remembered that I had put water on to boil thirty minutes prior in attempt to cook my poor excuse for a lunch while Penny was napping.
|How many hours does it take to make Kraft?|
The water had mostly boiled itself to vapors.
The washing machine and my Blackberry beeped together in incessant harmony.
The dogs sniffed hopefully at the open cheese packet on the counter.
And of course, Penny was awake and wanted to be held.
Cut to now, the stove begs to be wiped down -- making macaroni and cheese with only one hand is messier than I thought it would be. The sheet and mattress-cover in the dryer beg to be returned safely to the bed after this morning's epic diaper explosion that shamed them so. The dogs beg to be taken out to play. The refrigerator begs for groceries. My hair begs for a shower.
This moment, my baby sleeps peacefully on my lap in the office. Such a beautiful being restricts one of my arms from reaching the computer keyboard and I can type those emails about half as fast. Guess I'll listen to voicemails from Friday. I've only logged 2 hours of work today so far.
I've drafted this post mostly by dictation on my iPhone, feeding the Blogger mobile app with spoken words while I nurse or eat or, what a novel idea, sneak away to the bathroom.
I'm not looking for pity, or even help. I know I could probably get someone to watch Penny on Mondays for me so I could get more accomplished... But I'm just not willing to be away from her more days of the week than I am with her, at least for as long as I can get away with it. I think I've said this before.
I'm just new at this. Kudos to all the moms out there who do this well. A constant reminder that there are other women out there who have days like this offers me more solace than I could write.
|I'd be happy to help you with that packet of cheese powder...|