Months 6-12 are another blur. I’ve decided to take this time and just group together the posts by subjects instead of trying to order them chronologically.
My original plan was to hang on to him for six months. They blew by. I was not sure if I was ready for him to go to daycare, and I wasn’t entirely convinced I was ready either.
However, my hours were lacking. A lot. Moreover, I was finally starting a new project that would take up a lot of time. The fact of the matter was – there was no time in the day anymore. He was still on two naps a day, but that started to be the only time I could actually work.
So, I decided to start early. Very early. I’ve always worked out of Starbucks – when I started doing construction administration work (at around 23 years old), I learned that parking my laptop at a Starbucks was much more efficient than driving all the way back to my office, then going somewhere else. Also, many good weekends were spent at Starbucks, designing projects early in my career.
However, this was different. Because I was one of those guys waiting in the car at 4:59, watching for the guy to come over and unlock the door.
It’s 5:03, dude, I have work to do.
It was a great time. I had not had the opportunity to work without interruption for three hours straight in more than a half of a year, and it felt like old times. I was able to work on some pretty great stuff during this time, and I was focused and, since some of it is either built or under construction, I can say I performed pretty well on it. My work hours turned into 5-8, 10-12, and 2-4 while trying to handle lighter work during the day.
That sounds like a slog, but it was so much better than what I had been doing, as the level of stress my mind went through was exhausting while I was trying to handle both tasks. When my back is turned, my mind is humming with possibilities of what might go wrong, monitoring his location in the room, thinking of whatever potential hazards might be in there, listening constantly. All that while trying to do any work became a heavy load on my mind and body. Being able to focus on work, then turn around and focus on my son, made my life much more comfortable.
It worked pretty well, but in doing any sort of math, it definitely cut down on my sleep. I was still going to bed at around 11-12. I had read somewhere that 5 hours was a minimum to get your body working, and I tried to hold to that. He still wasn’t sleeping all the way through the night, and so that 5 hours was not uninterrupted. Some mornings were wrecked entirely from a bad night.
I got to know everyone at that Starbucks pretty well. Someone got promoted. Another got pregnant. Someone new started. Now, more than a year later, people still recognize me in that Starbucks, even if I may go once every quarter or so.
Eventually, this fell apart. Getting up that early woke up my wife, then she had trouble getting back to sleep. And, during this time, my son was growing by leaps and bounds, so he needed more attention when he did get up, and she began to struggle with that, asking me to come home earlier. This schedule served its purpose for a while, but it was unsustainable with a growing child – and with such a lack of sleep.