Raise your hand if you sometimes show up late for an important event or moment…
Raise your hand if you have been tardy to work, class, or church…
Raise your hand if you run on “baby time…”
That’s me. On baby time.
I am a planner. Always have been, at least for most of my adult life. I like a schedule and a routine. Does it always go as planned? No. Have I been late to something? Yes.
Here’s an example of baby time.
Sunday, I told my dad we would be over for a Father’s Day lunch between noon and 12:30.
We showed up at 1:00 for lunch.
Oh, and we had the lunch.
But on baby time, you sometimes don’t make it out the door as planned. There might be a blowout, a crying spell, or it might be time for baby to eat.
Regardless of the place we are going, we now plan differently. We pack as if we are leaving for a month. Car seat (with baby), stroller, diaper bag, and don’t even get me started on what is in said diaper bag.
As much as we like routine, sometimes it doesn’t go as planned. This is an adjustment. Routine is even important for Sam. But, sometimes that routine feels controlled by a little tiny human named Oliver.
We are still trying to figure out what happens some days…meaning, a regular schedule of eating for baby might be 3, 6, 9, 12, but sometimes that gets off track. Some days we stay in jammies a little longer than planned, and some days we take all the cuddles we can get.
My lesson, my point, and my advice: learn to adjust and go with the flow. Run on baby time if you need. Even if you don’t have a baby, I think it is important to stop, breathe, and adjust your plans if necessary. It’s okay to take a break or say no. It’s okay to *sometimes* show up late. Lately, I’m learning that baby time is the new normal.
And we are so okay with our baby time ❤️