Pestilence, Employment, and Other Apocalyptic Horsemen
The cycle of disease spins merrily on. I’m actually feeling much better, having Quiled my symptoms into submission, but Baby Dog continues to have a runny nose and Mama Dog this morning seemed to come down with what ailed me Sunday morning – dizziness, nausea, and a general disinclination to participate in the human race. Bad timing, as this was our first morning without Halmonie on board to tend to the small one’s every need. And poor little Baby Dog – in addition to the sniffles, she’s got new-tooth drool going on. She no longer needs finger foods to become messy-faced.
We’re in a mad scramble of arrangements to cope with Mama Dog’s upcoming term of employment. We have two weeks to find a daycare for Baby Dog. Giving our child up to the care of strangers is a not entirely salubrious undertaking to begin with; having to do it on a fast-track schedule is downright nerve-racking. Our hope, when we first discussed Mama Dog going back to work, was that she’d be able to find a part-time job, and that I’d be able to cut back to four or even three days a week, so that between us we could spend several days a week at home with Baby Dog. Unfortunately, those were best laid plans. The job Mama Dog got is unequivocally full-time, and various economic imperatives forbid me going to three days a week. I will go back to four, though; Baby Dog will stay at home with Daddy on Wednesdays.
Many changes afoot. How will we deal with Doggy Dog? That’s still kind of up in the air. Isn’t it hard to believe that families could live on a single income just a generation ago?
We’re in a mad scramble of arrangements to cope with Mama Dog’s upcoming term of employment. We have two weeks to find a daycare for Baby Dog. Giving our child up to the care of strangers is a not entirely salubrious undertaking to begin with; having to do it on a fast-track schedule is downright nerve-racking. Our hope, when we first discussed Mama Dog going back to work, was that she’d be able to find a part-time job, and that I’d be able to cut back to four or even three days a week, so that between us we could spend several days a week at home with Baby Dog. Unfortunately, those were best laid plans. The job Mama Dog got is unequivocally full-time, and various economic imperatives forbid me going to three days a week. I will go back to four, though; Baby Dog will stay at home with Daddy on Wednesdays.
Many changes afoot. How will we deal with Doggy Dog? That’s still kind of up in the air. Isn’t it hard to believe that families could live on a single income just a generation ago?
posted by PapaDogDuvalier | 2:08 PM
1 Comments:
We've been officially on a single income for almost 6 years now, with my dabblings in things picking up a little of the slack. But, I am also considering a position starting in September (although not of the calibur that MD is taking!) simply because we didn't plan for this to go on this long...Tyler's surprising entry into the world, while a happily welcome one, wasn't well-planned. It is a struggle, but you will know when the solution is there...you will feel it.
I also try to look at the positives - peer interaction, build the immune system - the list could go on and on.
And, what a treat for you to be able to spend a day with the little gal - a Daddy Day! I would have LOVED that as a child!
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