When I was pregnant people always warned me that life was going to become much harder after I gave birth. I didn’t believe them. I knew plenty of women who had children, worked and still seemed to find time for themselves. I was sure that I would be one of them.
When my son was born I was relieved that I could do small things like shave my legs, and walk up the stairs without getting out a breath. For the first few months he slept most of the time, and I continued life as planned.
Since he wasn’t mobile yet, we spent lots of time together on the floor playing, and off and on I would spend some time writing.
When he began crawling the computer was no longer an option, because he found it very interesting. Still he spent his evenings sleeping and I would sit down to type.
Now I certainly complain. He has always been a good napper and a good sleeper at night, but my daytime routine started falling apart the more active he became. At the end of the day my house was a mess, I was exhausted, and I still had school work to do.
My friends were very sympathetic and reminded me that it was better to have a happy family than a clean house, but at some point I had to draw the line. I felt like I was falling further and further behind.
Fast forward two years, and my son is more active than ever. He runs ALL day long, almost never stopping. I still work, still have school, and of course those pesky household chores.
So what is a person to do?
It took me a while to figure out how to make the best use of my time. Sometimes I can be the queen of procrastination, but times have changed.
To make the most of your day is really simple. Divide your list into two categories: things you can do with your kids and things that you would rather not……
For me, I can cook, clean, do laundry and run errands with my son. In fact he has become quite helpful and skilled with the vacuum cleaner.
Things I would rather do when it’s quiet, school work, painting, and writing.
I began to realize that the more I accomplished during the day the more time that I had to myself in the evening. I even scheduled Monday as my free night when I normally paint.
Another lesson that was hard for me to learn is that life doesn’t stop just because you have children. You just have to learn how to include in them in what you do. Eventually you get used to the new routine, and life begins to feel a bit more like normal.