The last two weeks have been tough on me.
Over the past 8 months, I had a great nanny who was very good with my son, and was a very good fit for our family. I had slowly slipped to the comfort zone of depending on her and knowing that she was always there for us. So, when she left without notice, or even giving us time to find a new one; to say that I was in shock was an understatement.
Anyway, we have since recovered and are doing quite well, even without a nanny. Though am a little (very) exhausted by the end of the day, we are still surviving. Lowell is going to daycare and things are running more smoothly now.
Last Tuesday was particularly rough. I was exhausted at work on Monday and slept like a log. First, I woke up late. Second, the baby had caught a cold and he didn’t want to be woken up. I had to prepare his food, milk, porridge and everything else he needs for daycare, and it was a pretty rough morning. To make matters worse, we had a lot of work pending on short deadlines and had not left the keys to the office for the staff.
Phone calls were coming in left, right and center and things did not go as well as expected.
Usually, I shower first, daddy next, then we wake up the baby, give him his breakfast, then off we go. So, after taking a shower, I usually wear an old sometimes dirty and rather unpresentable t-shirt that I change after feeding the baby. As any mother would know, wearing your white shirt while feeding your baby porridge on a tense morning is not ideal.
The old t-shirt was not the problem on this Tuesday. In fact, I had worn a rather nice top, but it was DIRTY. The bigger problem was that I completely forgot to take it off, and change into my nice blouse that I had already ironed.
To cut the story short, I went to work on that fateful Tuesday, late, wearing a mismatched outfit, topped with a DIRTY t-shirt. True story.
Only such moments help you realize that you have truly become a mom.
NB: I did nothing to alter my look throughout that day, and my day turned out to be rather awesome.