I feel I haven't used my time off to its fullest potential. Oh, it's not that I've done nothing, but I feel like I've done nothing much since getting back from our vacation in May. I take care of Violet, cook, sleep, upload some photos, and repeat. I would have liked to do more, and I actually do have enough time to, say, clean my bedroom, but when I do have non-Violet time, I simply veg.
Doing nothing doesn't bother me; it's just that I'm going back to work by the end of this month. And if I can't get anything done now, what hope do I have once I'm working?
Fortunately, I'll be working from home now! The short story is that I demanded it and they said no. But when they saw I was ready to find another job, they changed their minds. Only they'll be treating me as a contract worker. I don't know why, that's just the way they want to do it. So I get a 25% raise, but I get absolutely zero benefits, since I'll technically be self-employed, and that's another thing I'm not getting to on my to-do list: figure out how (legally and for tax purposes) to be self-employed.
While I'm home, I can still go to the local new parents' meetup group. We meet every Wednesday at 12:30 in the basement of the Gymboree (see accompanying photo), and then often go out to lunch afterwards. The group is a good way to meet people (obviously - that's the intent), so after 12 years in this neighborhood, I now run into people I know on the street! As expected, I'm the only father there, but unexpectedly, I'm just about the only male there, period. The baby sex ratio is way skewed - each week there tends to be about 10-15 girls and 1-3 boys. I'm beginning to forget that little boys exist.
This past weekend we did make it to the beach with anemone and her husband and their baby (a girl, natch, who turned 1 the day after my birthday), along with some other childless friends. (Photos here.) Hot beautiful day for it, yet surprisingly uncrowded, with fun large rolling waves to play and cool off in. (Note to those from Seattle or San Francisco: yes, it is possible to swim in the ocean and thus one should bring a bathing suit next time.) I do hope there will be a next time - sure, I have all summer, but don't be surprised if October rolls around and you read a post from me complaining that I somehow never made it back to the beach.
(Well, this coming weekend we're going to Sue's family's beach house in Maine, but the beach isn't quite the same. Still, it gets me out of the house...)