The Daily Baby.

I know that most babies, unless they are holding down demanding factory jobs, do not have predictable schedules. I have no desire to impose order where it is unwarranted, but it does seem that both Simone and I could benefit from a bit more rhythm to our days. I am told that infants crave predictability, and at the very least I would like to maintain a bedtime routine—a bath, a book, a snuggle in our chair. Routines like these were what I daydreamed about while failing to get pregnant, and now that I have my very own daughter, I often find myself too disorganized to pull such a thing together.

Until recently, Simone was going to bed around 10:00 in the evening, and the rest of our day was entirely amorphous. At first it didn’t seem to matter, as “day” and “night” were interchangeable continuous rounds of sleeping and eating. But now Simone is awake more during the day, and it occurs to me that I do not know what a Typical Day in the Life of a Baby looks like. The importance of time management has an immediacy to me now that has always before been lacking: Simone is grinning gummily and gazing at mirrors and making shrieky little sounds, and the time I spend scrambling to catch the tail of my fast-receding day is time I don’t spend with her. At the moment she is at a stage so delightful I would happily freeze time in order to live any one of these days over and over again ad infinitum. Still, laundry needs to be done and sentences need to be written, and I’m damned if I can figure a way to ensure that Simone is getting the time with Milk Lady she—and hell, MILK LADY—deserve(s), while still accomplishing the occasional non-baby-related task.

For two days I kept track of my time in a notebook. This first schedule is from my most productive day ever, a day on which I crossed off all but one of the items on my to-do list:

4:00 a.m. Baby wakes, nurse baby
5:00 a.m. Back to sleep
7:30 a.m. Baby wakes, feed baby, change baby, play with baby on floor
9:00 a.m. Pump, put baby in chair
9:20 a.m. Swaddle baby, put in swing, make breakfast
9:45 a.m. Work
11:00 a.m. Baby awake, change baby, give baby medicine, feed baby
11:45 a.m. Baby in sling, back to work
1:00 p.m. Put baby in swing, pump
1:15 p.m. Baby crying—change baby, make bottles, feed baby
2:15 p.m. Put baby in chair, go to bathroom, make lunch, eat lunch
3:00 p.m. Exercise
4:00 p.m. …

I don’t know what happened at 4:00 p.m., because the evening got away from me after that, and you will notice that “shower” was never recorded, alas. But this was a remarkably productive day in the arena of work, though I ended it feeling as if I had barely seen my daughter except to attend to her orifices.

On the opposite end of the spectrum, we have my entry for the day after:

5:00 a.m. Baby crying. Feed baby, hold baby

…and that’s it. That’s all I wrote, and that was my day. Hold baby, insert milk as needed. Not only does “shower” not appear, neither does “work.”

So tell me—how do you do it? I mean specifically HOW? If you stay home with your spawn, what is your schedule? Do babies prefer to play before eating or after? Ought they to have a regular nap? (Simone is two months adjusted, five months actual, if that helps). Those of you who work from home part time: have you found a routine that avoids guilt and anxiety over neglecting work and guilt and sadness over neglecting baby, or is that the sort of thing I can hope to discover just as soon as I mount my unicorn and gallop along an unfurling road paved with money and chocolate eclairs?