It’s been almost a week since we talked last. Life has happened in the interim.
Andrew has started clapping and singing/grunting/gesticulating in the car during our commute. It’s hard to watch the road when there’s a be-boppin’ baby in the backseat whose dance moves become more frenzied when he hears his Mommy laugh.
In other developmental news, last night he waved and said “da da” when Mr. Aggie got home from work. He’s been saying it for a couple of weeks, but it’s exciting to see him attach meaning to the ‘word’.
Speaking of Mr. Aggie’s work, he switched jobs. As someone whose dad still works for the same company that hired him in 1978 (seriously) I was very nervous about the move. It was much needed for my husband’s sanity but it comes with sacrifices. The most challenging one will be adjusting to the new hours. You may remember me blogging recently about how the recession led to a decrease in his hours at work, which meant more time with us. That is no longer the case, as he will now be arriving home between 6:30-7:30 each night.
Andrew usually goes to bed around 7:00 (his choice) so this means I will often be the sole caretaker until bedtime. It means that Mr. Aggie will see very little of Andrew during the week. It means that I will be a harried mess by the time my husband gets home if I’m not careful.
What a difficult choice to make. In the end, we agreed that because Mr. Aggie was MISERABLE at his company, there was little to no opportunity for advancement, and everyone who worked there was spending lunch hours on careerbuilder/monster/etc looking for a new job, that we should make the move.
My fervent hope is that the change will make him a happier person. That’s a reasonable expectation to have as a human being, I think. To be able to make changes in your life that lead to greater satisfaction, even if they come with unwanted consequences (within reason, of course.) I want him to enjoy the time he spends with us without working about his company folding. I want him to come to bed at a reasonable hour instead of staying up until 1 a.m. scouring the interwebs for jobs. I want him enjoy his day instead of watching the clock and plotting his escape.
Only time will tell if we made the right choice. All we can say at this point is that we carefully considered the pros and cons and made the best decision for our family that we could with the information we had.