Today is my wife’s first day
back at work. For the next 12 weeks we
are splitting our days. She is working
mornings and I’m working afternoons. We are grateful for both our employers
working with us for this opportunity.
The timing worked out so that if all goes well, our daughter won’t be in
day care until she’s 8 months old.
My wife is a tough cookie. After 6 weeks at home it was not easy for her
to leave our daughter at home. I think it
was a little easier knowing she is with me instead of a non family member.
So now here I am. Up until now, I’ve been alone with her for an
hour at a time. But this will be my
first real test. I think already I am
failing miserably since she is crying on the couch next to me as I type this. Hold on a minute…
Okay, I’m back. She’s in the swing on the cusp of a hard nap
while the Decemberists play on the I-pod.
As hard as this has all been, my wife and I
strongly suspect that a year from now when Von Bebe is running all over the
place we will think of how easy it was when she just sat there and pooped and
napped all day. And then the same thing
will happen when she starts talking. My
wife sagely said “If she can’t talk, she can’t talk back.” I image 2 or 3 years from now we will feel
the impact of this statement.
Did I mention that my wife is a pretty smart
person? I can’t imagine what this
experience would be like without as supportive a partner. But that’s a blog post for another day.
Meanwhile, here's a photo of me being an ass and not paying attention to my daughter.
