Where to begin my sordid tale?
When husband, D, and I decided that staying home as much as possible was our parenting journey, we realized that I had to work some. This means that I toggle a few part-time positions with full-time mom. Most days it works amazingly well and my son, Mr. B, really goes with the flow of constant change. We have what we call Daddy days and Mama days. Typically we have the latter.
Well, today began as the former...a Daddy day...and it was the second one this week, which can be unpredictable at best. I worked all day and followed it with an evening commitment that meant Mr. B came along. This type of situation was so much easier when he was younger. I recall taking him to a work training all day when he was 6 weeks old. He was so quiet and well behaved that people came up to me afterwards and said they didn't even realize a baby was present. Mr. B has become a professional at handling work meetings and all types of more adult environments with ease and an infectious grin. So, he came with me tonight. The event ended at bedtime, so I naively assumed we would leave and he would fall asleep in the car with pajamajams already in place. I did not work in to my plan "running over." A 20 month old on second wind in pajamajams is adorable even when hard to handle. Well, then came the true compromise (by the way engaging in a professional meeting with a 20 month old running around was not the true compromise...amazing!). While doing a last diaper change and restuffing the cloth diaper shell/cover, Mr. B ran off in unzipped footie pajamajams. Yep, that's the note we ended our evening on...well not exactly. Mr. B then made sure to show off his favorite part of himself. I think I will now change my career choice to professional toggler. Is that a real thing?
The Compromise: wearing one professional hat by day, driving one hour and then trying to wear my other professional hat while being mama
The Sweet Reward: "the story" to hold in my back pocket if ever his head gets too big for himself.