Supermom and Mr. Incredible
We both work full time, have hobbies and love the baby. Apparently the key to doing it all is to make good decisions, delegate and pick your battles.
I am responsible for staying healthy and happy myself. Brush teeth, floss. Neti pot for the sinuses, raw honey for the scar. Wobble chair, thoracic roll, lumbar fulcra. Pre-natal vitamins with DHA. Packing a lunch for work. I am also responsible for pumping milk, washing the cloth diapers, taking baths with the baby, baking cookies, mowing the lawn and making lists. Also breastfeeding, of course, and feeding the baby anything that might be sticky because Daddy is not equipped for that.
Zac takes care of his family. He is in charge of coffee and breakfast, daily pictures of the baby, posting them to Flickr, roundtrip to daycamp, making pizza, all diaper changes, cleaning the cat box, filling the cool mist vaporizer and jammies. Also trash, recycling and making sure the house is locked at night.
We make time to swim, blog, garden, take daily snaps of the baby for Momentile, grocery shop, pick up CSA in the summer, compost, design elaborate holiday photoshoots of the baby, donate blood, stay current on Twitter, get chiro adjusts, moisturize the baby, spend time with friends, ride bikes, keep the grandparents updated on their favorite baby. We also give the kitteh love and attention, but less than she deserves.
We don’t have time for cleaning the house, doing the dishes, making the beds. Every two weeks the cleaning lady vacuums. The windows never get washed. Our clothes don’t get ironed. Clean laundry does not always get put away. There are a lot of unfinished projects and unread books. I hardly ever Sudoku now, and never get to sleep as early as I think I will.
But we have a wonderful, happy, moist, jammied, well-fed and fully photographed baby. Zac is finishing some work for work, kitteh is snoring at the foot of the bed. I need to snap one more picture, brush my teeth and go to bed. I love this family.
