Since I went AWOL from the corporate world last fall, I’ve been operating my home-based freelance writing business with the help of part-time child care. Basically, I had three hours each weekday morning to get my work done. I optimistically hoped I’d get more done during afternoon naps or after the kids went to bed at night. Ha! Rarely happened. I still had a household to run, and it was constantly staring me in the face.
Fast-forward a few months, and my workload was most definitely FULL-TIME. Three hours a day = not cutting it. I finally made the call — for the success of my business and my own sanity — to move to full-time child care last week.
It’s a bit of a complicated juggle (as many childcare arrangements are). My husband drops Cassie off at preschool in the morning, along with baby James to our sitter Karen (who drops her son off at preschool and then takes James home with her). Cassie goes home with Karen when school ends at noon, and both kids stay at her house until I pick them up after 5. But some days (depending on how many kids are with her that day), I go to Karen’s to watch the kids while she picks up our two preschoolers and brings them home.
Sounds exhausting, but it’s totally worth the effort. Cassie’s school rocks, and Karen rocks. I value quality education and childcare over convenience or cost savings, any day of the week.
Meanwhile, I’ve been cranking, people. And I love it! I often work in sweats, comfy on the couch with my laptop and a hot cup of coffee. I take calls, respond to emails, Tweet and Facebook like a madwoman (hey, I’m getting paid for it!) and write, write, write. It’s so much fun to have enough time to work (barely), and still have more time with the kids (more than I had when I was working in an office, anyway).
I’m proud that I was able to build my business up so quickly, enough that I can afford the high price of full-time childcare/Montessori preschool and still have money leftover. Infinite possibilities, I tell ya!
Gotta run — time to head to Karen’s and watch the kids during preschool pickup. Such is the life of a WAHM!