On being a mom and working from home
After my maternity leave was over I decided not to go back to my full time PR gig so that I could stay home with my little guy and try and grow my small freelance writing business. It was a conscious decision on behalf of myself and Mr. Hunter, to live on a lot less money every month–and to have to deal with the stress that comes along with it! Nearly two years later, my business has grown (it’s still small but I have a couple more regular clients), and Viggo is still home with me. While I am thankful that I’m able to have these years with my guy while he’s little and changing so drastically from month to month–even day to day!–and that I’m able to make some money doing what I love, that life can also be frustrating.
“But now, when my nose is buried in my laptop for a stretch of a few days, I worry about Viggo not getting enough fresh air, about him being bored, about my failure to stimulate him, about the brain cells he’s killing when he watches Piglet’s Big Adventure for the 20th time, whether he’s learning bad computer/phone etiquette from me as I scramble to get blog posts done, check Instagram, etc.”
The thing with freelancing is that work comes in spurts–one week I could have three deadlines and the next, nothing. I used to try and get my writing done at night after Viggo went down but I’m realizing that my life as a late-into-the-night-writer is coming to an end, having fallen asleep shortly after midnight the last few times I attempted it. So that means during heavy work times, I write during the day for what feels like the whole day once you factor in pauses to make breakfast and lunch, give baths, go on a short walk here and there, and get a defiant preschooler down for his afternoon nap. In between all that, Viggo is entertaining himself (sometimes with the help of various Winnie the Pooh movies). Anyway the last two weeks have been like that around here (with my sister’s wedding and STRUTT thrown into the mix, to boot!), and because of it, I have been plagued with severe “Mom guilt”, a phenomenon I never thought about before having a kid because my time management affected only me. But now, when my nose is buried in my laptop for a stretch of a few days, I worry about Viggo not getting enough fresh air, about him being bored, about my failure to stimulate him, about the brain cells he’s killing when he watches Piglet’s Big Adventure for the 20th time, whether he’s learning bad computer/phone etiquette from me as I scramble to get blog posts done, check Instagram, etc. The list goes on. But then in an instant it’s done and I can focus on just Viggo again. We dedicated this week to taking “walks far away” in the stroller as per his request, and taking in the Christmas decor that has started cropping up everywhere. These pictures are from our outing to The Bay/Eaton Centre last week, to see the Christmas windows. It’s times like these that I love and will miss so dearly when he starts school. Cruising Toronto with my boy has been one of THE BEST parts of being home. We have some great adventures. Anyway here are some photos from our most recent day about town, taken by Mr. Hunter when we met him for a brief lunch!