I started working a bit, doing social media for private clients. At first it was only for one client (a really good friend), and after a few months I had a friend's mom reaching out to me about helping her. It quickly grew from there and right now I have my fair share of clients, so I had been on the lookout for some part-time childcare options. I wasn't ready for anything more than a couple of hours, a few days a week, but I was struggling to find a place that offered that setup.
Luckily, a fellow blogger and Facebook friend, Erica from Whimsical September, posted about her daughter (who is Riley's age) starting daycare. I reached out to her and she gladly shared the details. Luckily, they had a spot for her! So, she goes twice a week, for three hours. Her first day was last week.
And I now officially have a reason to have a mini-photo shoot with her twice a week.
We turned Thursday night into a "date night" with a tiny, demanding human in tow.
Greg and I snuck in a date night to celebrate six years of being together. Truly the celebration was that Greg has been able to tolerate me for six years, so I made sure to have the waiters bring out a dessert with candles and sing to him "Happy Survival to You, Happy Survival to You, Happy Surviving Your Crazy Wifeeee, Happy Survival to You".
Luckily, once she realized she got snacks and toys in utter bribery to keep her quiet, she realized "this church place" ain't so bad. We've been back and it's been fun getting to know people. Which tends to happen pretty easily when people are sitting near you and your child offers them some of her goldfish. Except they're not allowed to accept them with their hands, she has to feed them directly. On second thought, I guess you can say we're making REALLY good friends at church. Or enemies. TBD.
Recently, we had our first Motor Pool Monday, which is basically when the FRG sells food to the soldiers in an attempt to raise funds for company activities. Everyone worked really hard and luckily we had some hungry customers. My expertise in all varieties of chips came in handy, as we were selling "walking tacos" and it required the opening of small chip bags with cat-like reflexes. When asked who might be up for the task, I said, "Say no more!" as I fearlessly pulled my cape out of Riley's diaper bag. Luckily, the other ladies were very skilled in important jobs like counting money and regulating food safety procedures. We really were a dream team.
Tomorrow I'm off to one of my best friend's weddings!! I'm seriously excited - albeit a little sad and nervous to leave Riley behind. She is in the completely capable hands of her father, so I know she will be just fine AND the bonding time will do them both good. Or I will potentially come home to find Greg in the fetal position singing Moana songs. Time shall tell!