Clothing Dilemmas

It's been a hectic week. I'm pleased to say that I finally managed to evict Mr Procrastination and get some work completed. He didn't go without a fight though. One glance at my incomplete February writing deadlines list was enough to have me wringing my hands in despair and his foot was back in the door - but I was strong. With one almighty sigh the door was shut behind him, my shoulders squared and my butt in my chair in front of the computer. I even sang to myself I was so pleased to be free of him! By the time you read this, I'll be caught up and on top of things again - well almost - so I'm rewarding myself by taking the time to chat with y'all.

I'm very lucky in my life to have a supportive partner who takes care of the baby for a few hours three mornings a week to allow me time to write during daylight. This is such a blessing. When Jake was first born I was zombie-like. I existed and that was about all. My day was filled up taking care of the baby, then after supper I'd start work. Falling into bed in the early hours of the morning, my eyes would just shut when the baby would demand to be fed. I was exhausted, and Mikael became concerned about me. We negotiated our needs and time schedules and came up with our present situation. For me it works great. I work 3 mornings and 2 evenings a week, plus have specific tasks for the weekend. Mikael hasn't complained - YET - but I have a feeling it mightn't be long!

I suspect that he's not 100% happy with the situation - despite his affirmations otherwise. For example, he's still coming into the office with a diaper-clad baby asking what clothes to dress him in. I mean it's simple enough isn't it? PJs are all-in-ones with sleeves, legs and feet (onesies I think you call them in the US), anything else is day clothes, and you choose according to how warm it is - easy, right? Not in our house. Choosing Jake's clothes by himself is enough to send my beloved's stress levels way into the danger zone, so if I've forgotten to put something out before starting work, I can usually anticipate a tap on the door and a quiet "can I just ask……" interruption. I know it would be easier to put the baby's clothes ready before I start work, but one day I'm hoping the "If it's not PJs - it's ok!" rule will sink in - as Dr Martin Luther King Jr said "I have a dream"!

Katie-Anne, 2001