This is my first week of self-employment, and so far I’m loving it. I know, I know, I’m still in the honeymoon phase. It’s no doubt going to be a roller coaster once things get going. There will be times when it may downright suck. But for the moment I’m reveling in this new situation, and patting myself on the back for having the guts to make it happen. (The fact that I’ve got a few projects in the pipeline, of course, makes it that much more palatable! Anyone else out there need a freelance copywriter?)
Yesterday morning, I got the girls dressed, gave them breakfast and took them to preschool. It was pajama day, and all the kids were in their PJ’s and slippers, many clutching stuffed animals. Elsa and Clio elected to bring Ernie and Cookie monster (sometimes re-dubbed cousin Deklan) along with them. Cute city. Some of the other moms and dads introduced themselves to me, and suddenly the kids that the girls had mentioned — Aidan and Lucy and Matthew and Sophia — seemed like real live people. You know, with parents and everything.
Hanging outside the girls’ classroom was a sign up sheet on a red, construction paper heart, for ice cream sundae toppings to bring in for the Valentine’s Day party. And it pleased me to no end to sign up — for rainbow jimmies, specifically. (That’s sprinkles, for you non-New Englanders out there.) I know it’s nutty that such a small thing could give me so much pleasure, but it’s exactly the sort of engaged-with-my-daughters’-daily-life sort of thing I haven’t been able to do much of until now, and exactly the sort of thing I hoped to do more of as a result of this change. The little things.
After that, I came back home and wrote — my stuff, not copywriting stuff – for a good hour and a half. (More me writing time. Check!) And then, for the rest of the day — not counting a quick trip to the gym — I did “work work.” A few times, I took breaks to come down and say hi to the girls, help with the odd snack request or potty break. We haven’t changed our childcare setup, so the work days are still pretty much covered, and I’m free to spend them working. But I’m here. And at the end of the day, when my work is done, I’m here.
Today has been similarly well-balanced: writing in the early morning, work mid morning to afternoon, mid-day break to read the girls stories and get Elsa down for her nap. Another break to go downstairs and see what the girls and the babysitter were up to. (They were imaginarily flying to Africa. Lucky.) Now, it’s five o’clock — almost quittin’ time — and I’ll make the gals dinner and put them to bed.
I could get used to this.