Last week was Daniel’s first week as a Work at Home Dad (WAHD). The week went a little more rough than we thought it would. I am not one of those scheduled moms. I enjoy just rolling with the day. This doesn’t help Daniel have any structure to his day. We need some sort of schedule.

It is incredibly weird having Daniel in the house and not being allowed to talk to him. He says I can ask him questions, but then doesn’t have time to answer them. I used to call Daniel at his old desk anytime I wanted to. Now he has actual work to get done. For the last five years we have emailed everyday an average of ten times a day. He doesn’t return my emails now, because he thinks to himself, “Why should I respond? She is sitting right next to me.” And then that is it. He thinks that, but never answers!

Last week was also a vulnerable time for me. I am not used to having someone watch me care for Annabelle 24/7. You know those silly songs that you sing to your baby, but wouldn’t sing in front of anyone else or not picking up the house until 4:00 p.m.? Its nice that he sees that I put up with a bit more crying than he is used to. He doesn’t judge me for the way I care for Annabelle and the house. Its just that I feel like I have to explain everything I do, even though he is not asking for one.

The weather here did not help us much last week. Both Annabelle and I felt like poo with congestion. I didn’t want to do anything or go anywhere in the cold. Praise God the sun came out this weekend! Every single one of us was feeling much better.

Saturday night we had a talk about how things were going. We created a schedule and a goal to get to bed earlier and wake up earlier. Last week Daniel would eat through lunch at his desk and I would eat by myself. He was just used to working through lunch so he could get off earlier. Hopefully we can work on that this week. I understand that there will be days that he can’t eat with me. But if you are here, why not? Starting this business has put a lot of pressure on Daniel. If he doesn’t work, we don’t have electricity or food or our house. We are still learning the balance of self-employment and a life with boundaries and realistic expectations. We didn’t expect the transition home to be so hard. We are working on it and I know we will figure it out.