The past two months have been nothing short of luxury. Mom is visiting. Free miles due to expire at the end of the year, and a grandson who needed a little TLC made my mom take a impromptu trip to the US. During this time, Kolu could stay at home three days of the week and play with his grandma. During this time, all the meticulous planning I had done for the months before pretty much unraveled. Mom took over the kitchen and general care of the baby while we played with him when we came home and before we left.
But now she leaves next week. And that is freaking me out. Not only have I forgotten how things are done, but Kolu is also older now, and has developed a mind of his own. He is at the stage where he squirms away in the middle of a diaper change and refuses to be clothed on many an occasion.
So this week is going to be a practice run. Getting all his bottles ready for daycare, his food ready, meal planning for us AND the baby. And work, in the middle of all this.
This is going to be hard. But do-able.