Well, I’ve just completed my first week at home with the little man. Along with the general childcare, this encompassed starting a morning walking program, cleaning most of the house (mopping! scrubbing!), making solo runs to the grocery store and farmer’s market with the baby in tow, driving out to Raleigh to check on the townhouse renovation process and visit with the grandparents, and doing a lot of cooking and laundry.

I am freaking exhausted. Griff has had a couple bad nights this week, and he is a horrible napper, which makes getting the day-to-day tasks done rather challenging. Staff at two different day care centers weren’t able to get him to nap more than around 30 minutes at a time (if that), and neither were we, until I got desperate and started swaddling just his arms for naps (we already swaddle him in a Miracle Blanket for overnights). Score!

Other thoughts: I’m really enjoying having the time to cook again. I miss the socializing with coworkers I used to get at lunchtime and our 10am meetings. I love being able to spend time with Griff and watch his skills and personality develop at an amazing rate. As much NPR as I listen to during the day, Griff’s first words may involve the phrase “BBC World Service” or “This is Morning Edition”. I’m still adjusting to my new role and I’m trying to get over feeling guilty if I do something during the day that’s not directly related to housework or baby care, something that might possibly qualify as “fun”.