I cleaned my coffee maker last night in preparation for starting my new, "going-back-to-work" resolutions this morning. I feel like I'm a college kid again, getting ready to go back to school after a busy summer - except - much to my inner-child's chagrin, I don't have a good reason to buy school supplies this fall. Bummer. I can't wait for Reagan to start school so we can do the annual Wal-Mart school supply run together...if we're feeling adventurous, maybe we'll even go on tax-free weekend. Oh man, the excitement is brewing already.
Anyway, I have a whole slew of new resolutions in anticipation of going back to work. Just a couple of days ago, I was talking to my mom about how I'm feeling a little bored, how I'm ready to be doing something more, to which she replied "oh man, I was bored way sooner than you are. I'm really impressed, honey, I figured you'd get tired of this stay-at-home-mommy thing a lot earlier than you did."
In reality, I'm not tired of it at all. But thanks, mom, I didn't realize how boring the early days of my life were for you (just kidding, I know they were the best days you've ever had). Quite the contrary, if I could strap Reagan to my back like a little injun and tote her to work with me every day, I absolutely would. I'm sure someone could give her a pacifier if she fussed while I was doing surgery with her hanging around on my back. Maintaining sterility wouldn't be that hard, surely.
Well, I guess all my dreams for our lives once I go back to work can't come true, but some of them can, and I've been working on them this week. I'm going to post a list so you can know and be my accountability partner.
First, I plan to get up when ARay does (around or before 6 am) and get the house straightened up and do my "housewife chores" before Little Miss even wakes up. Today, I was spared the trouble of my alarm going off because Little Miss was rearing to go at 2am. I don't think she slept more than 45 minutes straight from 2 until 6...and incidentally, neither did I. Thankfully, the timer was set on the coffee pot and the gorgeous smell of my hazelnut brew staved off most of the grumpiness. Did you know, according to recent Alzheimer's research, adults should get no more and no less than 7 hours of sleep a night? Getting any more/less increases your chances of getting the disease later in life, so my new resolution may save me from a terrible fate when I'm older. Unfortunately, I'm accustomed to 8-9 hours of sleep in a row...fortunately though, Reagan has been working toward a 7-8 hour night for a few weeks now, so I'm going to consider last night an outlier and look forward to tomorrow.
Second, I am doing to start making to-do lists again. In college, I stuck to these with alarming tenacity. I even kept a ledger and balanced my checkbook religiously every night. Woah. It's time to get back the organization I lost the second I stepped onto the Vet School campus. I started a new list when Reagan and I came home from the hospital and, perhaps unsurprisingly, it contained all the projects I hadn't accomplished in the 2 years I've been living here already. Again, unsurprisingly, those projects didn't quite get finished in my time at home as a new mother (who had just had abdominal surgery), either. Oh well. There's always room on August's list.
Third. I'm going to plan our family suppers ahead so I can spend less time at the grocery store/cooking and more time with ARay and LittleRea. This means I'm actually going to go through the grocery store fliers on the weekend and go shopping weekly instead of grabbing something to fix on my way home from work every day. This is something I've never done, and it's going to be interesting to see what kind of plan-ahead meals I come up with. Ideally, I'd like to have dinner prep started in the mornings when I'm up at the butt-crack of dawn.
Fourth. We're going to take loads of pictures of Little One. My mom never did this (she never had the benefit of a digital camera, either) and these memories are ones I don't want Reagan to miss out on. Photodocumentation is such a gift.
|Haha. We like to take pictures of Reagan when she's doing something she'll be embarrassed of when she's older. First nose pick, 7/31/12.|
Phew. I think those five resolutions are enough for anybody, so I'm going to stop there and get going on some of them. I can't wait to launch myself into the exhausting and what I'm sure will be the uber-rewarding task of being Dr. Mom/Wife.
Ready, set. Go!
|Look at those cheeks! When she sleeps, I swear she looks just like ARay.|
|When she's smiling, I can't help but imagine she looks just like me. :)|