A Day in the Life: Monday, April 23, 2012I've always enjoyed reading Laura's Day in the Life posts at Navigating the Mothership. When she posted the heads-up for Day in the Life this time around, I decided to finally jump in with my own. I've shied away from it until now because I can't help but think that my chronicle of one day's events would be insufferably boring to everyone else. I still think that's true, but I'm going to participate anyway because it's fun. Besides, this "day in the life" project fits in well with my overarching theme. Right now I've got a cup of coffee and hopefully an hour-and-a-half left of naptime. So here goes.
4:00 a.m. Timmy yells for me and I drag myself to his room, nurse him, change his diaper, go back to our room and collapse in bed. This has been an exceptionally bad night, and it's not even Timmy's fault. I just couldn't get to sleep until 1 for some reason.
7:57 a.m. The noises in the house finally wake me out of my exhausted slumber. I have no business sleeping in today, but that's exactly what I've done. Tim has already gotten up with the girls and fed them breakfast. At some point prior to waking up, I vaguely remember him kissing me goodbye. Now there's no more time to waste. This day is starting, with or without me. I heave myself out of bed.
|If I hadn't taken the time to jot this down and leave it on my nightstand, I would have never remembered.|
8:00 a.m. Timmy's up, so I nurse him and get him dressed. I eat my bowl of Kashi Heart to Heart, drink my orange juice, and seek out clothes and shoes for the kids. We have to leave by about 8:40 to get Delaney to school. There will be no time for drinking coffee and checking email and Facebook. If I weren't still in a daze, I'd be panicking.
8:25 a.m. I do hair last -- Annie's first, Delaney's second, and mine not at all. There is no time left. The way you see me in this picture is pretty much how I looked all day long. Like hell. I ran a brush through my hair and put some concealer on to try to hide the shadows. I know I should wake up early and put more effort into my appearance, and sometimes I do, but it was definitely not happening today.
8:42 a.m. We leave for Delaney's school, right on time. Along the way, I hear Gotye's "Somebody that I used to Know." I hear that song every day at least once. It hasn't gotten old yet.
9:15 a.m. I'm hosting our little bible study this morning, and I'm happy that Tim and I cleaned up last night. The house looks nice (too bad I didn't take a picture of that!). I really enjoy our Monday morning bible study. It's a great way to start the week. We talk, laugh and commiserate about all kinds of things while our kids play on the floor. And bonus, since we're at home, Timmy can take a nap.
11:33 a.m. I have to wake Timmy up so we can leave and get Delaney. He was still sound asleep when I went in there. I hate to wake a sleeping baby!
12:04 p.m. Annie's been in a grouchy mood for two days straight by this point (Tim says she's PMS'ing), and she is at her worst at noon even on her best day. I dread preschool pickup with all my heart. I still resent that the only reason I picked this preschool for Delaney was because of the afternoon carpool that the preschool director assured me would be in effect when I toured the school last winter. Then, during the parents' orientation this past August, she announced that due to construction of a new church, one entire parking lot would be off limits for the year. And that would mean no carpool.
That means that for the entire year, I've been dragging all of my kids in and out of the school twice a day three times a week. Unloading tired, hungry kids, one of whom is an infant. Walking across a parking lot. Going in the school, up the stairs and down the hall. And trying to dodge other people's tired 2-year-olds who sometimes halt in the middle of stairs or doorways and refuse to move. (sigh) Only a few more weeks until we're done for the year. Hopefully the construction will be complete by the time Annie starts going there two days a week in the fall. *Fingers crossed.*
During the five minutes it takes us to go in and out of this building to either drop off Delaney or collect her, about 85% of our little mishaps occur. Here is Annie after she ran straight into the bumper of our car. I say, "That's what you get for not watching where you're going!" and hustle her in the door. Oh, for the good old days when you just left your kids in the car when you needed to run in somewhere quick.
12:28 p.m. I send my tired, hungry girls outside to play while I make lunch as fast as I can. But they want hot dogs. And the water is taking forever to boil. I should just microwave them, but Tim's anti-microwave ways are rubbing off on me a little, and I wait for the water to boil, certain that boiled hot dogs will be better than microwaved ones. I should know it doesn't matter because they'll only eat three bites anyway.
12:47 p.m. In the time it takes to make these hot dogs, we're falling apart. I'm short with the kids. I'm just so ready to have them down for their nap. I realize I forgot to eat anything since that bowl of cereal, and now I'm ravenous. I'm also very tired and my frustration is mounting. The girls are fighting and Timmy's fussing in his chair.
|Those two grilled cheese sandwiches are mine. Told you I was starving!|
1:02 p.m. At last lunch is over. I take pictures of the wreckage.
|Timmy scrounges up a banana. Finders keepers!|
1:07 p.m. We're so close to nap time, we can do it! More meltdowns ensue. Annie is upset first because I won't read as many pages of her horribly written and tediously long Little Mermaid book as she wants me to; and a few minutes later, because Timmy pulled her hair. I have no idea why Delaney has underwear on her head, but I'm sure it made perfect sense to her. I love that the wall quote, "Wake every morning with the thought that something wonderful is about to happen," is in the background.
|"But I didn't want him to pull on my hair!" (sob)|
1:13 p.m. I made it! I nurse Timmy and lay him down, send Delaney upstairs for "quiet time," and catch up on email and Facebook. The mess in the kitchen is not going anywhere.
|My Tot Clock -- $50 well spent|
1:24 p.m. I'm not the only one who's having a rough day, it seems. I read an email from Tim, filling me in on what I missed while I was catching up on my beauty sleep this morning. Apparently, Annie pooped in her pull-up at some point during the night or morning. Then while removing her pull-up, she dropped two "Raisinet-sized poops" on the floor that Tim had to clean up before rushing off to work. At least they were solid! Then he left without his water bottle, and has had nothing to drink all day. Good times!
1:30 p.m. I crawl back into my still-unmade bed and stare at my eyelids for about an hour.
2:30 p.m. Part two of this day begins! Refreshed from my nap, I make the bed and attack the kitchen and living room. I put some laundry away. I feel much better once I've reined in the chaos in this house. Then I make a cup of green tea.
3:13 p.m. Annie and Timmy are up. I feed and change Timmy, give the girls a snack, and send them out to play. Annie is still grumpy. I make her go out there anyway, hoping the fresh air will improve her mood. I bring my tea outside and sit in a folding chair on the driveway.
|"Look, Mama, you have mail!"|
4:04 p.m. It's kind of chilly and windy. None of us is liking being outdoors much. I declare mandatory fun outside to be over, and the girls watch Dino Dan upstairs in the playroom while I check email again, hoping to see something from Tim saying when he expects to be home. I am losing what little enthusiasm I had for this afternoon, and it is dragging on already too long. But he is so busy these days, he doesn't have much time for email. He's actually happy about that. Better than being bored on a ship.
4:38 p.m. The girls have moved on to coloring. I start on dinner, optimistic that Tim will be home by 5:30.
5:24 p.m. At last I see the email that heralds Tim's arrival! Hard to believe I once waited 10 months for him to come home. I can barely make it through an afternoon now. Dinner is almost done, and its garlicky aroma wafts through the house. Life is good again.
5:32 p.m. In comes Tim. He is a tad dehydrated but otherwise no worse for wear.
5:45 p.m. We all sit down to dinner. We talk a little about our days, but mostly, we are too tired to talk. We just eat. I have a headache right between my eyes. I just can't wait to get these kids to bed.
6:23 p.m. Tim tells me a story about someone from work while he loads the dishwasher. The girls are picking up the playroom so there are no interruptions. I love hearing his work stories. After dealing with kids all day, I'm fascinated by the foibles of grownups.
6:46 p.m. The kids are in the tub, and the end of this long day is finally in sight.
6:58 p.m. Bath is over. Annie "kirks" (the girls' new word for "burp") and up come some diced tomatoes from dinner. It's just a little bit and she seems fine afterward.
7:03 p.m. Tim is reading the dreaded Little Mermaid book again. It wouldn't be so bad if it weren't so long, and the plot is terrible. The beginning is all about how Ariel and the new girl, Coral, both like human things. Then abruptly, the book is all about how Coral is too clumsy to put cymbals together in the orchestra. It turns out that just like Ariel, she's a good singer! A-ha! Sebastian never even had her audition for a part in the orchestra, just randomly assigned her, like 'Here, you look like you should be able to handle a pair of cymbals.' Ugh. Too bad it's Annie's current favorite. Delaney picks one that's short and sweet: In the Small, Small Pond by Denise Fleming.
7:15 p.m. Ah... Kids are all in bed finally. I'm too tired to even enjoy my free time. Tim packs his lunch for tomorrow. The girls carry on for about 45 minutes, and Tim yells at them a couple times to go to sleep. The two of us park our butts on the couch and watch American Pickers. No mutual footrubs tonight. I scarf down a few handfuls of Raisinets and drink chamomile tea.
9:30 p.m. Timmy wakes up and I'm happy to go nurse him because moments before, I'd been debating whether I should wait for him to get up and eat one more time before I went to bed myself. I am so tired and that headache is not going anywhere. So I feed Timmy and am in bed by 10. I end up getting an unexpected gift: 8 straight hours of sleep. Timmy doesn't wake up until 7 the next morning.