Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Working from home

I have a full-time job away from home. I also have a part-time job in my home. But on Wednesdays, those two worlds collide just a bit and I get to telecommute from home for my full-time job. Telecommuting is a fabulous thing. I can sit at my computer in a tank top, sweats and slippers, sipping tea from my favorite mug, and working on as many projects as I can handle. More employers should get with the program and let their employees work from home at least once a week. For me, I'm even more productive on my telecommuting days than otherwise. Instead of lollygagging, I'm focused with a set of tasks to complete for the day. Partially I think it's that accountability factor. If I can't show that I'm getting work done at home, I won't be able to keep this gig. So I get more done on Wednesdays than any other day of the week, without leaving the comforts of my own home.

It's a pretty sweet deal.  My husband's cousin is our babysitter, and she comes up by train every day to watch our son. Even today, she's here so I can be mommy milk machine but still be able to work with little to no interruption. I used to think moms who hired nannies or parents helpers were the paragon of laziness. I certainly know better now! And consider this my apology to all of those moms about whom I thought snarky thoughts.

Speaking of working, I'm living the life I'd always dreamed. Good job, good pay, happy family, etc. Lacking a few small details the basics are all in place. Silly me, though, now that I have what I always wanted I've had a mental shift and realized this is no longer "it." I went to college and got a degree so I could be a career woman. Now I want to be a mom. Making money is great and wonderful and all, but being with my son (and future babies) all day is so much more than that. When I was on maternity leave, instead of chomping at the bit to get back to work I was dreading my return with a heavy heart. I'm still not happy to be back, 5 months later.

So I've been trolling the blogosphere and internets lately, looking for work-from-home schemes and ways to make money on the side. I figure if I can become thrifty enough and find a good supplemental income, I can leave the 9-5 world behind, at least for a little while. Whenever I mention this to my friends they give me looks. You know the kind. "Oh really? That'll get old soon and you'll be back." I really don't think so. Being a mother is more than a job or a biological process, it's a vocation. And I hear it screaming in my hear, squeezing my heart and tugging at my hands. I just need to figure it out, make it work.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

It's a rainy day, it's a rainy day.

It's raining outside and I can't go out to play. Why do we need the rain, anyway?

I hope the rain clears up by Saturday. This will be my first Halloween as a mommy, and I bought Adrian a super-cute monkey costume. I justified it to myself by forming some vague plans about taking pictures with pumpkins and using those for our 2010 calendars (Christmas gifts for the Greats). I still have no concrete plans, other than a chancy babywearing get-together that may be canceled/postponed due to weather.

Speaking of Babywearing, allow me to educate the uninformed. I'm a novice babywearer at best, but essentially it's as simple as it sounds - wearing your baby in a carrier of some type on your body. Most people that you see babywearing are sporting the ever-present Baby Bjorn or something similar. There's been a lot of debate and some research over the safety of these that I won't rehash here, but I will admit that a Bjorn was my first carrier. It was a hand-me-down from a colleague, and when my Hotsling didn't fit it was my only other babywearing option.

Why babywearing? You'll see a lot of information and opinions on how it fosters closeness, bonding, etc etc. Those things are all great. For me, it comes down to practicality. I have a high-needs baby. I don't believe it's OK to let a baby sit alone and wail for hours (or even minutes, really), but a girl's gotta work. There are dishes to be washed, laundry, cleaning, errands, etc. How do you accomplish that and hold a baby when you only have two hands? Strap them to you!  Household tasks become infinitely easier (though they remain infinitely tedious), and things like grocery shopping and quick trips to the mailbox/laundry room are easily accomplished without losing feeling in your arms.

Then, of course, there's that wonderful addiction to carriers. I already have a fluff addiction, but a carrier addiction could be more insidious because (unless you're crafty) it's expensive. My current collection consists of six carriers, four that I actually use, two that were free, and approx retail value is well over $300. If I followed my fingers and bought the ones I'm currently lusting over, that number would jump substantially. The nice thing is that at least the carriers are worth it. If they're well made, they can be used for years and might even have some re-sale value left when you're done.

One thing about having an addiction is finding people who share it. Hence - the babywearing party. I'm sure it sounds silly, but I will be bummed if it gets rained out.

Monday, October 26, 2009

I'm ba-ack

I've finally decided to (re)join the blogosphere. I started out with blogger back in the day, taking my diary online with plenty of teenage musings and angst. I posted about my daily trials and travails (homework and boyfriends and college Oh My!) for years, fading out slowly as I completed college, joined the "real world," and got married.

I've been toying with the idea of writing again for many moons, but a quick glance over my old blogs made me realize it was time to strike out for new land.

This blog will focus on my new life as a mother, wife, and worker bee in our nation's capital. I'm always striving to find and maintain a balance between life's Wants and Needs, which change drastically once you add children into the mix. It's a perilous path that parents tread, and this is where I'll be hashing out which steps to take and which ones to skip.

"Make it work" is a ubiquitous phrase in our culture, especially for fans of Tim Gun or Ne-Yo, but it resonates outside the world of runways and rap stars. Every day we're faced with dilemmas and decisions that can make or break us - but all we need to do is make it work.