December 02, 2004

Up All Night

I'm up late tonight, thinking about tomorrow, thinking about Monday. Should Monday still have a capital 'M', I mean, now that I don't have to drive to work, is it really going to feel like a Monday? I mean, I'll notice, because Keleigh (bless her) will get up early to work, but it won't have the same harshness that it has for the past four years that I've been in the 'career' field.

I'm up late because Keleigh needs the sleep. She's doing so much more work than I am, and with Marion's habit of waking up every couple of hours (unless, that is, she's in the sling) it's tough for her to get the rest that she needs. Keleigh deserves rest, and I'm going to help Marion sleep longer, so Keleigh can get that rest.

I'm up late because that's the kind of person that I am. I've worked the night shift in a bunch of different jobs (not careers), and I've always enjoyed it. The world runs differently with the lights out, and the people that are up think differently. Just listen to some overnight call-in shows on AM radio, you'll know what I mean.

I'm thinking about tomorrow, my last day as a student advisor. I'm ready to be done, but there are certainly things that I'll miss. I really like working downtown, where I can take a walk at lunch, and look at all of the buildings, and watch the masses of people. I really enjoy watching people, and thinking about what might have brought them right-here, right-now. It'll be tough to do this with Marion, because I'll have to worry about nap timing, and feeding, and keeping her warm on walks. I'm sure I can do it every now and then, but I won't have the chance to take a walk downtown on a whim. I'm losing some of my freedom, but I really am getting much more.

On Monday, I won't have to drive 20 minutes to get to the street where I park, and I won't have to worry about having three dollar coins to drop in the meter. I'm giving up staff meetings, .5% raises, broken staplers, shared printers, parking tickets, and voicemail. I'm getting so much in return; hugs, diapers, smiles, teaching, learning, talking, and loving. It's the best trade I've ever been a part of.

I'm going to miss work, probably about one every month, but I'll never need to regret the choice that I made to give my love (and my time) to my baby girl.

2 Comments:

At 1:14 AM, Anonymous said...

My first day was just about 8 months ago. I went in thinking full days of naps, sportscenter, and a diaper here and there. Boy was I wrong. But now, I'm getting to be a pro at it. My paycheck? Every morning when I walk into my son's room and he smiles at me with his four teeth and starts giggling at me. What more could you ask for.

I wish you the best Mr. Lee, and welcome to the ranks. Hope to see you at the convention next year too.

Dayv

 
At 5:54 PM, Anonymous said...

Welcome to the club!
I'm not sure how old your girl is or what the temperatures are where you live, but I take my 7 month old boy out for walks all the time. The way I look at it is that if its nice enough for me, it should be for him. If its close to 50 degrees we're getting out if the house and if its raining or colder we'll find somewhere to walk indoors like a mall or even a grocery store. He seems to like it too, on days where we don't go out and do something he tends to be crankier at night.

http://kev.homelinux.net

 

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