You may have noticed that I had gone missing in action for a couple weeks. With only a couple posts popping up here and there, I feel like I’ve lost my mojo after all this time without blogging, and it’s not like there is nothing to write / bitch about either, but in actual fact I’ve just been tired. Very tired actually, and it all began with our nannies vacation back home, which began November 16th and ends with her return to us on January 14th.
7 long weeks in which I thought that, since I was off, would be the perfect time to help out and instead of hiring someone to temporarily file her role, I could do it myself and spend quality time with my daughter, my wife, and with my boys. How hard could it be, right? I’m their dad. I know how to clean up a house…
Not only has it been impossible for me to take care of the house and the children while also taking care of the things I would normally do in a day, but it became perfectly clear to me that going to bed at 3am every night was not going to help me get everything done.
I clearly underestimated the amount of cleaning that a house with three children under 7-years-old requires. Thankfully my wife got them on a reward chart (a later post) so they help with making beds and cleaning up around meal time, but the laundry, dishes, taxi, drop-off and pick-up and the endless need to sweep and vacuum is too much. I don’t know how my wife does it, and I certainly don’t know how our nanny does it – except that when there are three adults cleaning it’s much more effective than 1 1/2.
Granted I have now come to realize that my wife and our nanny are WAY more organized than I have been – Monday has always been the day to change the sheets, and Tuesday the house gets swept and vacuumed and floor washed, but drop-off and pick-up has been something we’ve helped with, and meal’s taken care of primarily by my wife, so doing them all… Yeah. Not so good.
So obviously once I settle down at night with hopes of blogging, there is nothing left in the tank.
In addition, my daughter, Boo has finally realized now that she is 3-years-old that she can get out of her bed at night and walking into our room. We were encouraging her to get up and pee since she has been “commando” at night for several months with only a few accidents. The hope was that she would get up, pee, then go back to bed instead of sitting in her bed and screaming for us or crying and waking everyone else up. What has happened in actual fact is that she now comes into our room several times at night, along with 6-year-old Stewie and that keeps up awake. Now 7-year-old Linus is getting into the act and that means either a rough night’s sleep or I’m sleeping in one of their beds with them.
Either way, it means I am getting less than 3 hours of sleep a night and that is a recipe for getting sick.
Now before you cry me a river or blast me for doing what every other parent in the world does, hear me out… My wife is still taking care of dinner (thankfully) and it did take me a week and a bit to get used to the house-time routine from a worker perspective. I have been working full-time for 17 years and while I am used to helping out as much as possible it has usually been in the evenings or on the weekends when there are little to no distractions.
During the day when people are actually around and a 20-minute task of changing the sheets on all our beds, becomes an hours’ endeavour full of distractions and competing priorities. I also cannot just clean for the sake of cleaning, like when I swept the bedrooms, I ended up moving all the furniture, sweeping, putting away the toys, followed it up with a vacuum and then washed the floors and baseboard. When I do something, I do it right, not half-assed so I’ll have to do it again.
So while it took me 3 weeks to get this post out there is always a bright side, right? I completed this post on the 20th, but I’m backdating it to the 15th and that means as of today we only have 22 days until our nanny returns and life returns to normal, which means a clean house, happy children and my daughter can get to school in the morning on time for once!
I can see the re-posted headline for this article; “Working Daddy Bombs as Caregiver”.
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