I’m at that point where I am completely and totally exhausted all the time. I took 2 naps the other day. Full on naps. Which is wonderful for me, and my midwife is loving it. What suffers however is my work. I used to work through all of Bella’s naps, and now I can’t keep my eyes open long enough to even check my email.
With my sitter moving home, this leaves me even less time to myself to get work done. So far, we haven’t found another that can work the morning hours I need.
Freelancing means I get paid for what I do. I don’t have sick days or paid time off. I do have a lot of flexibility in my schedule, but a deadline is still a deadline.
Managing this new schedule is a bit of a challenge for me. I still have just as much to do, only less time to get it done in. Less uninterrupted time anyway.
So as I find myself trying to navigate parenting, being a wife, and working – along with growing a small human – I have to put priorities in place. I may not have a sparkling kitchen but everyone is fed. I’m tired at night but work got done even if I stayed up a bit later. However, I’ll admit that I’m seriously hoping second trimester is a lot easier on me. Then of course it will start all over when the baby is here. Because I love what I do, and it’s important for me to find ways to make it work even when life gets complicated or shifted around. It’s also really important for me to be able to look at something and say, “I’d love to, but I just can’t.”
What I’m struggling with is being sick, tired, and trying to find time to really sit down and work for a long stretch. I’ve mentioned before how easy it is to be distracted at home, and when things pile up I tend to set aside work. I’d love to know how to juggle this all and still manage to get in time with my daughter and rest.
Did I mention my husband is next week leaving for work for the next month and a half as well? So there’s that. We have a lot on our plate and if something gotta give, well, it’s probably going to be the cleaning. Or laundry.
It’s not going to be my daughter, or work. And it sure won’t be my afternoon naps.