One of the things I absolutely love about being a home worker is that I’m no longer a slave to the alarm clock. Like an unrelenting drill sergeant, my alarm clock would scream and nag at 5 a.m. everyday to make sure I leave the house by 6 to avoid traffic. My alarm clock would be at it again at quarter to 4 in the afternoon, yelling at me to hurry up and finish my tasks so I can make it to the train before rush hour.
Now, I’m a slave to my daughter’s schedule. Still a slave, yes, but my daughter is a kinder taskmaster. She lets me sleep a little longer in the mornings when I tell her I need a bit more sleep because Mommy had to work til late last night. And she sometimes lets me work a little longer as long as we share the same table while she “works” on her toy laptop.
All this is going to change the next 6 weeks as I reunite with my old friend, the alarm clock.
To get some work done, my nanny and I worked on a new schedule. She would take care of my daughter in the mornings so I can work. After lunch, she leaves for her internship and I take over. Then after my daughter sleeps, I sneak in a few more hours of work.
I usually wake up around the same time as my daughter does. If I keep this schedule, I’ll only be able to for 3 to 4 hours tops. So to make the most of the time that her nanny is with her in the mornings, I’ll have to wake up at least 2 hours earlier.
My alarm clock maybe brash and loud but it turns out the alarm clock maybe the kinder taskmaster after all.
It all started when my daughter woke up to find me already working (and hiding) in my room. She didn’t like that I wasn’t there to wake her up with sunshine and kisses. She didn’t like it at all.
And because she woke up at the wrong side of the bed, she didn’t want her nanny to feed her, bathe her, clothe her, and feed her; even though these are things they normally do in the afternoon. My daughter sensed the change and she didn’t like it all.
Good thing my nanny was pretty competent and we were able to get through the morning. I got to work for a couple of hours before she woke up and a little under 2 hours that morning. And now here I am, late at night, really sleepy and still working.
I know the episode this morning is probably due to the fact that the change was so sudden. I should have prepared my daughter a little better, maybe had a dry run with this new routine. But I became complacent because I figured it wasn’t much of a change. It’s still me and her nanny, we just exchanged schedules. I forgot that children like routine and when you change that routine without warning,it can be disorienting to say the least.
I expect a few more morning like this in the days to come. Thank God for alarm clocks.
- Missing Nanny 1: The Saga Begins (wailingsofaworkathomemom.wordpress.com)
- Missing Nanny 3: Children and Chores (wailingsofaworkathomemom.wordpress.com)
- Missing Nanny 4: Going to Grannies (wailingsofaworkathomemom.wordpress.com)