For the past couple of years, I have balanced a full time job, a toddler and a military husband.
And it’s been bloody tough!
As most of you know, Oliver and I had a very turbulent past 12 months. We did 3 months with a nanny in Canberra, then 3 months solo, then 2 weeks with James home, then we moved to Melbourne and had a one bedroom sublet for 6 weeks close to the city so Oliver went to daycare there and then we finally settled into our new home in Chelsea (another daycare swap for Ollie). I’m exhausted just typing it. Living it was absolutely fatiguing.
3 months ago James moved home, and over the past few weeks things have really started to settle.
Over the past 12 month, I really have burnt the candle at both ends and there’s not too much left. Some mornings I just don’t want to get out of bed. I’m so sick of running from pillar, to post, to the next pillar.
But that is nothing to what poor Oliver has gone through.
This poor kid has lived in 3 states in his 3 years, had 4 different day cares, and has spent nearly 50% of his life away from his Dad.
But these days, things are really looking up. Like REALLY looking up.
Over the past few weeks I have seen this beautiful shift in the relationship between Oliver and James. He has complete trust back in his father’s presence.
He loves his daycare. He has a group of friends, and some great teachers.
He also has a great relationship with our family. We pulled up to my folks house today and he was so excited to see his grandparents. But not, like, over excited. Just, like, it was normal.
And it is normal.
But there are still are few bumps in our way. His speech is still delayed, he has sensory issues, and he really struggles to cope with his emotions.
As of last week, he also was spending 50 hours per week at day care. Yep, he was that kid. The first to arrive and the last to leave. Our life was a rush, he was also always rushed. We could never, just, be.
But today, that has all changed. Today, is the first day of my life as a part-time employee. Today, I spend more hours with my son that at my work, for the first time in 2 years.
And boy it feels good.
His Dad has also been approved to finished work early two days per week.
That means Oliver’s 50+ hours will now be no more than 20 hours a week in care, and a few with my parents. His attitude has already improved 500% just with the sense of calm that comes with this new us.
We don’t even know ourselves, and it’s fantastic!
How do you balance your work and home life?