On Thursday nights, we all get to sleep in the "Big Bed" together, because on Fridays, it's "Stay at Home with Mommy" day. Which means we get to sleep a little later, wear our pajamas a little longer, and have a few extra giggles before rolling out of bed.
As two fades into three, and Big Kid replaces Little Baby Girl, as I drop her off at the Big Kid Preschool instead of the toddler room, I'm definitely experiencing those bittersweet feelings all parents know - how wonderful your child is growing up - and how you miss the child that was there before. Occassional co-sleeping seems to prolong some of those sweet Baby Girl moments - the snuggles, the smiles, the pure joy.
So today we're home together, navigating the waters of working at home with an almost-three-year-old without succumbing to letting her watch Netflix for 6 hours in a row. I don't mind a little TV but when it gets to the level of mind-numbing, it definitely doesn't feel good as a parenting strategy for my family. In the past, I've had a mother's helper - but this time, I'm trying to go it alone.
It feels GREAT that I've managed to finally work out a consistent stay at home day. It does not feel great when she comes up to me every thirty six seconds saying, "Can you play with me? Can you play with me? Can you play with me?" and I have to say, "Mommy's working right now, in a little bit". Some days I feel like it's a lose-lose situation - she'd be getting better attention at daycare/preschool, but I selfishly want to spend one day out of the week in her presence.
Today I'm trying something new. I'm setting my work for 30 minute bursts, and then I'm going to take 10-15 minute breaks with her and a long lunch. I checked in with my Inner Compass and that's the wisdom I got. I'll let you know how it goes!
The other good news? She can finally actually play by herself for extended periods of time - with My Little Pony (no, really, MY Little Pony. From 1982.), dollhouses, play kitchen... and she greatly enjoys her own company.