Clashing Work Schedules

For those not in the know (because somehow I forgot to write about it before now) Jack’s dad recently took a new job that is an hour south of where he lives, which is about 1.5 hours south of where I live and Jack attends daycare.  The commute to the new job meant that he would no longer be able to participate in daycare pick up or drop off, Jack would be in daycare an extra day, and Joe’s time with Jack would be reduced to only his days off.  Since his days off were Saturday and Sunday, this also meant that Jack and I wouldn’t have weekends together until Joe’s seasonal position ends in June.  Needless to say, I was pretty bummed about that.  I’m pretty burned out after work most days of the week and don’t get a lot of quality time with Jack.

Luckily for all of us, Joe was able to rearrange his new work schedule so that he will be working Sunday through Thursday beginning in March.  We each get a weekend day with our kid to do fun stuff and we can keep Jack out of daycare an extra day (which is great for us moneywise in addition to allowing the munchkin to be with his parents that much more).  Good all around and a huge relief for me!

The only con is I won’t be able to get out of town for a weekend without the kid for a while (since Joe still won’t be able to take Jack to daycare), but that is not unusual for your typical parent anyway.  I can totally handle that.

Those Days

It’s difficult having Jack only part of the week.  There are positives to counting on having time to myself every week, but it’s rare when you have a positive without negatives (in my experience). It’s particularly difficult during an insanely busy time at work (such as quarter end) when the analyst in me is called upon to look at numbers for hours upon hours for days until they start to blur together and talk to me.  I get home completely mentally exhausted and have nothing to offer anyone.  I often just want to cry because I don’t even know what to do with myself.

I hate those days when I have Jack and I can’t sit down and play with him because I’m too worn out.  I feel like I’m wasting the time I have with him.  On those days I look forward to later in the week when he goes to his dad’s and I can arrive home and zone out.  Then when he’s at his dad’s I wish he was home with me.  Ack.

When I’m totally exhausted, the best I can do is hug him and kiss him, tell him I love him, feed him dinner, and put on a DVD.  I guess I’m lucky that he is at an age where he’s happy to do that.  Last night, at least, I rallied for a bit and we went out to the backyard for about 10 minutes…in the dark.  :P   He got to pet the upstairs neighbor’s dogs and I got to switch laundry over to the dryer.  We watched the dogs play for a bit and then went inside and sat on the couch eating ice cream cones.  He grinned at me between licks.

After prepping for bed, reading stories, and turning out the light, Jack dropped off to sleep quickly and I went to bed feeling much lighter than I had before.  There may be nights when I can’t run around and play with him, but just that little bit that I could do last night seemed to be enough for both of us.