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Frrrreedom!
Feb. 21st, 2011 01:26 pmWhat should have happened by end of January finally happens since the middle of last week: Mr Jones is attending daycare. As in "leaving the house at 9 in the morning and getting picked up again at 3.15 p.m."
I am a new person. Seriously.
Free time. On my own. Without having to barter for it ("Can I have tomorrow till noon, I'll play with the child the day ater that even though that would have been my day, oh, and by the way, may I have some extra hours next week?"). During daytime, when I'm awake. On my own desk, which sadly still shares a room with Mr-You-don't-honestly-think-I-even-think-of-sleeping-if-there's-as-much-as-a-rustle-in-my-room-Jones.
FRRRREEEdom!
Of course, I mostly spent my free time today trying to arrange one week of holidays in England (huzzah!) that won't leave us bankrupt, but still...
I'd better do to remember my relief now for the times to come (I give me two months maximum) when I start bitching about having no time and praying for Mr Jones to already start kindergarten because of the one and a half hours extra that provides... The main part of child rearing is forgetting about the connected unpleasantries as soon as they're over (already proven with birthing pain, mindless removing of everything removable, and the incredible smeary mess that is a child learning to eat on his own...). Mother Nature, you sneaky thing.
I am a new person. Seriously.
Free time. On my own. Without having to barter for it ("Can I have tomorrow till noon, I'll play with the child the day ater that even though that would have been my day, oh, and by the way, may I have some extra hours next week?"). During daytime, when I'm awake. On my own desk, which sadly still shares a room with Mr-You-don't-honestly-think-I-even-think-of-sleeping-if-there's-as-much-as-a-rustle-in-my-room-Jones.
FRRRREEEdom!
Of course, I mostly spent my free time today trying to arrange one week of holidays in England (huzzah!) that won't leave us bankrupt, but still...
I'd better do to remember my relief now for the times to come (I give me two months maximum) when I start bitching about having no time and praying for Mr Jones to already start kindergarten because of the one and a half hours extra that provides... The main part of child rearing is forgetting about the connected unpleasantries as soon as they're over (already proven with birthing pain, mindless removing of everything removable, and the incredible smeary mess that is a child learning to eat on his own...). Mother Nature, you sneaky thing.
