The Schedule of Insanity
Usually when I realize that time is escaping me faster than I can account for it, I get upset and nostalgic. You know, the whole, my baby's growing up so fast thing, or I can't believe it's been six years since I graduated from college thing. But right, now I don't mind if the days fly by, because each day brings us ever closer to a beautiful thing: the undoing of the Schedule of Insanity.
The Schedule of Insanity was born at the same time the Moosh was. Or, to be more precise, it was born six weeks after the Moosh was, when I returned to work. The initial incarnation of the SoI involved me working nights five days a week, and R working from noon to 10 PM on Saturday and Sunday, and working nights from 8 PM to 6 AM on Wednesday and Thursday nights. So if I took off Wednesday and Thursday, we only needed a babysitter for about 3 hours a week on the weekends, when I had to leave for work before he got home. As you can see, this is an insane schedule. In addition, R and I only saw each other for about 9 hours a week, on Fridays. Lovely. Also, nobody got any sleep, except for the baby, and that was only because he didn't have anything to do, the lazy bastard. So yeah. The initial incarnation lasted for 18 months. 18 months of no sleep, marital strife, hunger, and crying (both for the parents and the baby).
Enter the business. And the quitting of R's regular job to become his own boss. And the switching of Lisa from the night shift to the evening shift. And the hiring of Lisa's sister to watch the Moosh from 2:30 to 9:30 five days a week. Joy. Joy, happiness, and sleep for everyone!
Unfortunately my sister has another job, which spawned the second iteration of the Schedule of Insanity. She works part-time doing after school supervision for a private school. She got permission to bring my son with her to after school for about 20 minutes, until my mom can come to pick him up. No problem, except that I have to drive the Moosh from my house to my parents' house three times a week, and then go on to work from there. Then my sister has to finish her work with the after school program, go and pick up the Moosh from my parents' house, and then drive him back to my house. This, as you can clearly see, is insane. It's complicated and crappy and cuts a whole lot of time out of everyone's day (particularly mine).
Fortunately for everyone, the after school job goes away in six weeks. In six weeks I won't have to drive anywhere. My (totally super awesome) babysitter will come to my house, and I will go to work from my house. Hallelujah!
So let the time fly by! Fly by I say. Even if it means that the Moosh turns two that much sooner (ACK!). Let the Schedule of Insanity go the way of the dinosaur. Extinction is a beautiful thing.
The Schedule of Insanity was born at the same time the Moosh was. Or, to be more precise, it was born six weeks after the Moosh was, when I returned to work. The initial incarnation of the SoI involved me working nights five days a week, and R working from noon to 10 PM on Saturday and Sunday, and working nights from 8 PM to 6 AM on Wednesday and Thursday nights. So if I took off Wednesday and Thursday, we only needed a babysitter for about 3 hours a week on the weekends, when I had to leave for work before he got home. As you can see, this is an insane schedule. In addition, R and I only saw each other for about 9 hours a week, on Fridays. Lovely. Also, nobody got any sleep, except for the baby, and that was only because he didn't have anything to do, the lazy bastard. So yeah. The initial incarnation lasted for 18 months. 18 months of no sleep, marital strife, hunger, and crying (both for the parents and the baby).
Enter the business. And the quitting of R's regular job to become his own boss. And the switching of Lisa from the night shift to the evening shift. And the hiring of Lisa's sister to watch the Moosh from 2:30 to 9:30 five days a week. Joy. Joy, happiness, and sleep for everyone!
Unfortunately my sister has another job, which spawned the second iteration of the Schedule of Insanity. She works part-time doing after school supervision for a private school. She got permission to bring my son with her to after school for about 20 minutes, until my mom can come to pick him up. No problem, except that I have to drive the Moosh from my house to my parents' house three times a week, and then go on to work from there. Then my sister has to finish her work with the after school program, go and pick up the Moosh from my parents' house, and then drive him back to my house. This, as you can clearly see, is insane. It's complicated and crappy and cuts a whole lot of time out of everyone's day (particularly mine).
Fortunately for everyone, the after school job goes away in six weeks. In six weeks I won't have to drive anywhere. My (totally super awesome) babysitter will come to my house, and I will go to work from my house. Hallelujah!
So let the time fly by! Fly by I say. Even if it means that the Moosh turns two that much sooner (ACK!). Let the Schedule of Insanity go the way of the dinosaur. Extinction is a beautiful thing.
posted by Lisa C. @ 5:00:00 PM
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