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Around the three-month mark, the baby became interested in watching people do things, so I could handle a baby while cooking, packaging up merchandise for shipping, etc. But she would become immediately upset if I sat down at a computer and stopped moving or paying attention to her. So, I pushed most computer-based work to evenings and weekends.
My take-it-as-it-comes approach wasn’t a bad one, although I knew some changes had to be made when I found traditional gender roles seeping into my relationship a little too much. My partner has primary responsibility for the baby on evenings and weekends; if he wants to be elsewhere, he hires a babysitter or makes an arrangement with me, but he can’t just assume I’ll step in. Egalitarianism: we have that.
Yet, there were a few days in which we played out some tired play from decades past: man gets home from tough day at work only to have woman in sweatpants thrust baby at him, cantankerously. Man asks about dinner. Woman responds with withering look. This serves no one. The farce must be stopped.
I needed to stake out dedicated time and space for work. Time when my partner does baby care the same way I do. I designed a better schedule: I have a babysitter all day Wednesday. That’s when I have in-person meetings. On many weekday evenings, I bring the baby to my partner’s office around 6 p.m. and then work in a co-working space (and/or nearby wine bar) until late. Friday is me-and-baby-only day. Saturday is family day. Sunday I work from dawn until late-night, including teaching classes as part of the education business I have been soft-launching over the last few months.
I used to hate staring at my tiny iPhone screen, but now I’ve downloaded every app for every service I use, and have