After a few days of complete chaos, I say to myself, enough is enough. I need some kind of order here, a predictable timetable. I need to know if it’s morning or night. But when will I have the time to think and plan? I am determined I am going to make a timetable today.
I just fed Marc and changed him. I march over to where Sam is lounging in the family room and hand him the baby.
“Look after him, I have something very important to do.”
First, I make myself a cup of tea, my personal panacea for any stressful situation. Then I get a sheet of paper and start.
5 am Marc wakes up; feed baby, burp him and change diaper.
6 am Put Marc for a nap.
8 am Marc wakes up. feed baby, burp him and change diaper.
9 am Playtime.
10 am Daily stroll to the park
12 pm Feed baby, burp him and change diaper.
1 pm Nap-time.
1:15 pm Do chores.
3 pm Marc wakes up. feed baby, burp him and change diaper.
4 pm Bath time
5 pm Give baby to Sam (father-child bonding)
6 pm Family playtime
7 pm Feed baby, burp him and change diaper.
8 pm Put Marc to bed for the night.
I stop and admire my impeccable timetable. I hear Marc fussing and Sam pokes his head in the room. “Are you done? Marc is hungry.”
I look at them and they both have the same flustered expression. It is so comical.