Yesterday was Daylight Saving Time and contrary to this popular belief…
I did gain an hour…thanks to my husband. He got up with the baby and then woke me up when it was time for nursing/napping.
“Here, she’s hungry,” he said as he handed Lulu to me.
“What time is it?” I groggily asked as Lulu snuggled into me.
“Noon!” I shifted Lulu and started to sit up in a panic over having wasted half the day sleeping. (But after a sleepless week of teething I was so, so tired.)
“Ok, it’s actually 11, but it would be noon if it wasn’t for Daylight Savings.”
“Oh,” I said and settled back into my pillow. “Well, that’s not so bad, I guess.”
He shrugged indifferently. “I figured you could use the sleep.”
He turned around and headed back downstairs to enjoy some alone time while I smugly told “time” that I had cheated it a bit.
Time seems to take on a whole new meaning once you become a parent.
Most days now I try to figure out where I can steal some time; how I can multitask….
Lulu is distracted by that toy…quick, take two minutes and reply to that client email.
She’s nursing…now would be a good time to post something on Twitter.
The nanny is only here for one more hour…musttypeFASTER!
Lulu is chasing the cat…quick, create an invoice.
Lulu is actually feeding herself lunch instead of throwing it on the floor…hurry, unload the dishwasher. And clean up food on floor from the last meal.
SHE IS REFUSING TO GO INTO HER CRIB AND WILL ONLY SLEEP ON ME. WTF!!!….there goes 90 minutes of productivity. Wait, I can write an article on my phone. Thumb carpal tunnel be damned.
Lulu is napping…in her crib!…DO ALL THE THINGS!
Tom is home earlier than normal…hurry, give him baby and disappear from room before she notices – do laundry, vacuum, tweet, post client article – oh shoot I forgot to tell him she needs diaper changed, text him to change diaper so baby doesn’t see me and start fussing…wait now what did I need to do? Make to do list to make new to do list.
She’s asleep, before 8pm!…time to do lots and lots of writing…or watch the Walking Dead…no, start writing…wait, what’s Tom turning on…
I’m in bed and am so tired…no, don’t go to sleep yet, read that article about the new marketing strategy you bookmarked.
By the time the day is over, I sometimes find it quite amazing how much I’m able to get done in these snippets of minutes I find throughout the day in between chasing a child around the house, feeding her food, stopping her before she eats something non-food off the floor, changing her diaper, entertaining her, and basically trying to stay one step ahead of her at all times until I give up and let her happily chew on her shoe while I edit an article. And on the days the nanny is here, I’m quite astounded how focused I am able to stay on getting stuff done and am so grateful to have the help.
Often now, I think back to my life before Lulu came along and how I thought I didn’t have enough time THEN to get anything done. Which now makes me want to throw back my head and laugh maniacally.
Think if I’d been as productive then as I am now when I have the nanny for a four hour chunk (personal social media = off on those days) or find myself with five minutes of Lulu actually sitting and entertaining herself (the girl started walking at eight and a half months and has barely sat down since) – I get so much done. I could have gotten so much done back then. But when free time seems infinite, it’s easy to get sidetracked until you suddenly realize you’ve run out of time to get projects done. Nowadays, I don’t know when I’ll get free time again, so I use it as productively as possible when I have it before it disappears.
Except when I don’t. There are those days when I do find myself with an extra chunk of time, either at night or during a long nap time or on the weekend when Tom is home, and I just want to read a book…or zone out on the Internet…or catch up on my favorite TV shows. Then suddenly the day is over and I’m so MAD at myself for not spending it writing or editing or pitching.
And then there are those days when I feel bad that my time is distracted from being 100% on Lulu all the time. I tell myself that working these odd hours and finding these extra snippets of time throughout the day let me still be here with her more than I otherwise would be able to. But still…it’s hard.
So for one day yesterday, on a stupid time change that no one understands the point of anymore, I found a bit of happiness in my hour of “extra time” and cuddled back into bed with my baby girl for at least a few minutes before seeing if she’d nap in her crib.
Because somehow, she is already over 11 months old and I wonder…despite all of the stolen minutes I have snuck into my day over the past many months…where did the time go?