Sometimes your good friend’s baby is sick. And sometimes you have to babysit the child she normally babysits to help out. And sometimes in order to do that you have to wake up at 4:45am to get a little work done before he arrives. And sometimes you have to meet men you don’t know in the wee hours of the morning while your husband sleeps upstairs. And sometimes you’d much rather be in bed yourself.
But sometimes it’s better to serve. Sometimes it’s better to help others. And sometimes it’s okay to give up some sleep and some work time and some nervousness in order to do what you should do. And that’s okay.
Tonight I needed a little encouragement. I was feeling bogged down by life and things that come with life and was wondering how on earth I could do it all. I googled some things having to do with working full time from home with a child. All I found were several innocent and apparently naive people asking whether working at home full time with a baby was doable. Hundreds of people said, well, flat out no.
Way to be encouraging, Google.
To be honest: I have no idea what I’m doing.
I have an adorable 13 month baby girl. I have a great husband of 2 1/2 years. I have a full time job that my family relies on.
I work from home. My husband does not. I do not have a nanny/babysitter/daycare.
Am I crazy? Most days I feel like I am.
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