Being at home is weird. I don’t really know what to do with myself. It sounded great. “I’ll finally have time to get around to all that stuff I’ve been meaning to do,” I told myself while still pregnant; organize DVD collection, set up our ‘office’ in the basement, clean out my closet, etc. 12 months of mat leave is a lot of time to accomplish a lot of stuff. In theory.

Well, now that it’s here, I’ve learned it isn’t a lot of time. Especially when I only get short 2-hour windows of opportunity in between feedings. Half that time I use to catch up on sleep. The rest for showering, eating and tidying up. And if there’s any time left over after that, whatever else I want. Except that there’s usually not much left over.

So what are some highlights of my day, you ask?

An afternoon walk – need SOME exercise to work off all that ‘baby’ weight that failed to disappear from my belly when the baby did.
Several loads of laundry – considering I pretty much live out of the same two pairs of jogging pants and tees, you’d think I’d have less laundry to do. Not the case.
Checking email – this is starting to feel like a luxury. I used to be a total email junkie. It’s pretty much the only way I communicate with people, usually checking my inbox several times an hour. Well, not any more. There’s just no time (and typing with one hand while holding Cy with the other is really tedious.) And catching up on my news headlines? Yeah, right.
Listening to bad top 40 music on Much More Music while dancing/rocking Cy to sleep – if I hear “Africa” one more time I’m going to slash my wrists. Seriously. Who the hell is Karl Wolf?!?!?!?

Notice there is no closet-cleaning, shopping, or organizing of any kind on this list. Sigh….