Balancing Act

It's not easy to type with a sleeping baby on your chest. I know that if I put him down, he'll wake right up and cry (how do I know? because that's exactly what happened half an hour ago), and he's too peaceful to fuss with a baby carrier right now, so I've resorted to leaning back a little in this office chair so that I can type with both hands. Baby Daniel (or "Danny" or "Puppy" or "Poop rocket"-take your pick) is all curled up like a little comma, and he couldn't be cuter if he tried. When he wakes up and wants to nurse, I'll have to type with one hand; that's when things get really interesting.

It's kind of a lame segue, but this whole game of using the computer while cuddling a sleeping infant is indicative of my life as a whole right now. Essentially, I'm a SAHM, which means I am the primary caretaker of our child, and I don't have a job outside the home. That last thing is only partly true, as I started teaching piano again last week and I've agreed to play a couple gigs over the next month or so. With a husband who works a full-time job, that makes things a little tricky interms of childcare. My piano students' parents just take turns holding him while I'm teaching. (This is working out well except for when he threw up all over someone last Thursday. She didn't seem to mind, though.) Thusfar, I've managed to schedule all my rehearsals on evenings and weekends so that father and son can have some special bonding time. But that doesn't always work out, and this week I had to schedule a couple rehearsals in the morning and I'm planning on just bringing him along. My fellow musicians say that's OK with them, but I'm a little nervous about how it's going to go. What if he wants to go on a nursing spree? What if he spits up all over himself and needs changing? (We have a pretty barfy kid, so this is a distinct possibility). I guess I'll just have to roll with the punches.