This is reality.
This week I got my hair cut a lot shorter. Why? Because I have a lot of days like this:
*Just to clarify, there is no typical day. This is just sort of how it went this week. It goes much better when the littles and I are able to stay home all day!*
5 or 5:30am
Hear the baby talking and my alarm going off.
Hit snooze until baby gets louder.
Have several dreams about alarm clocks going off…
While feeding baby, hear the alarm start going off–but can’t stop feeding baby to go turn it off….
….Pray the boys don’t wake up yet, but really I know Dan’s already waking up in his room.
The day has barely begun, and already I’m wishing the babies were five years older!
(Spare me the “I will miss this” talks, I’m too sleepy to believe you anyway).
Put baby back to bed….hope he’ll go back to sleep so that I can have coffee in peace.
feeling proud to be up early, tired but trying to be optimistic, savor the two seconds of silence…
Take first sip of coffee, only to hear Daniel upstairs calling me to come get him.
Alan saves the day and goes and gets him for me.
So glad I married Alan.
Moment of happiness….until I hear the baby telling me that no, he didn’t actually care to go back to sleep.
Bacon cooked for Joshua. Boys appear. Joshua complains about almost everything on his plate.
Convince boys to go upstairs and get dressed. Put them in two separate rooms so that they will actually get dressed, instead of laughing wildly while they whack each other with pants.
(artwork by Joshua)
This is just what boys do.
Dress Daniel. Rush the kids. Put J.D. in car seat.
He hates being put in his car seat, so he cries.
Return home. Breathe a sigh of relief.
Try to feed the baby some food:
Call it quits and breastfeed.
Put baby back to bed.
Give Dan something to do, and then make the mistake of thinking I can shower and get dressed.
Yes, that’s Dan, and that huge mess that you see? That would be an entire, brand new, box of baby cereal, which he poured all over my kitchen.
Spend every minute I can squeeze in cleaning that up for the rest of my day.
Go from this to whatever errand I had to run that day.
Where do stay home moms go with their kids?
At least those are the things we did this week, all on different days, though.
Come home, feed them, and put them to bed.
Wish that Daniel would go to sleep.
Periodically check on Dan, who is playing in his room, not napping, just to make sure he hasn’t pooped in his pants.
Oh no!!! It’s time to get the boys already, and I have absolutely no accomplishments to show for my day…other than the errands and the fed and dressed children.
Wake up babies.
Daniel has been sleeping for all of 5-10 minutes.
Show up 5 minutes late to pick up the big boys.
If the weather is good, and no one is contagious, we might even get to play at the park beside our house. This is my social hour as well as their’s!
Arrive home. Put baby to bed.
Collapse on sofa.
Dig through book bags for any information as to what my children were doing all day.
This is what I found in yesterday’s book bag: terrible school picture of boy #1. This was the re-do. I’ve decided to keep this to remember this year by….I’d show it to you, but it was so bad I’m afraid it would go viral.
Guide children through homework, being constantly interrupted by phone calls, toddler problems, you name it.
“What are we having for dinner?”
Do I make a meal plan and have food on hand to make? Yes.
Where in this day that I just described was there time to make it????
Throw together embarrassingly simple supper that also could have passed for a snack or a lunch.
Look at children lovingly and wonder when in the world this is going to slow down!
Feed the baby again.
Throw appropriate uniform on whatever children has an evening activity. Grab book and go over whatever it is I was supposed to teach them (Sparks verses/ cub scout stuff).
Regret not having this done already.
Call Alan and remind him of activity, just to make sure he’s tracking.
Microwave some oatmeal and call it my supper.
Alan rushes in, changes clothes, and grabs kid to take to activity.
(Sometimes he stays and I go. That is a welcome break for me!)
Start bed time proceedings for whoever is home.
(Bath time. artwork by Caleb. That’s Caleb in the tub. That thing to the left of the house is the mailbox.)
Alan and child arrive home, and we put them all to bed. (Sometimes I’m the one with an activity, thankfully).
Do we have to bathe all the kids?
Which ones did we bathe last night? Let me see their fingernails.
Sorry, Aunt Ellen. We’ll all be cleaner in a few more years.
Now before you judge us. I promise we don’t have an activity every single night. Also, I do stay with the boys while they eat their dinner. On the weekends, we all have dinner together as a family.
Tonight is one of those treasured nights that not a single one of us has to be anywhere!
Look! Sometimes they do really cool stuff:
Joshua’s quarantine strep throat fort.
So right now the baby is crying and Daniel is upstairs in his room, not taking a nap.
Dear Saturday, please come soon!!!!!!