This was a doozy of a day! I almost wouldn’t post it…but the DITL posts are due for the Roundup and I don’t want to miss out on it. So….here is REAL LIFE you guys. It’s not always pretty.
I’m 32, John is 35, Henry is 4 for 2 more weeks, William is 3 and Tilly is 21 months. The day I recorded was a weekday.
1:30am: Tilly is crying. I walk to her room and can barely open my eyes, I’m so tired. She jumps into my arms a little frantic so I bring her back to our bed. We are both immediately sleeping again.
3am and 5 am: Tilly is crying. I hold her hand and say “hush, mommy is here” and she quiets down.
6am: Tilly is crying. I am still holding her hand and my arm is asleep. I just say “Hush” in a not hushed tone but she quiets.
6:15am: Tilly is crying. I’m not happy about my last hour of sleep being interrupted. I think I say “COME ON!”
6:30am: My first alarm goes off and since Tilly is finally sleeping, I turn it off. 30 more minutes of sleep please.
6:45am: Tilly is awake and crying. I really do look forward with hope to the day my child will wake up happy. It has to be coming soon. Henry comes in and says he had a bad dream. John must have gone to work already so I let Henry climb into his spot in bed. We lay there quietly and I try to pep myself up for the day. I can always go to bed early! Think of all the delicious caffeine I can have today! Check the weather and some social media.
7am: William comes in exclaiming “The sun’s on my clock! Can we watch Paw Patrol?” Sure buddy. I finally motivate myself to get out of bed at 7:30. I have plans to go to the gym this morning with a friend so I put on work out clothes, and try to tame my second day hair (it takes longer than just showering again). Tilly is copying me and it’s so cute! But also time consuming when she starts wetting her hair from the tap…
8:10am: Dressing Tilly. Ask her to point to all her body parts so she doesn’t scream through it. It works every time!
8:15am: Downstairs. We are LOW on groceries (on going theme today) so it’s cereal for breakfast. Henry is too cold to eat. Specifically his feet are cold. I tell him to go get some socks. He cries. He needs me to go get them. Sigh, fine. Do that, then I look over and William is having a fit on the floor. Why why why? Because he wanted the green bowl but I gave it to Henry. Henry, unprompted, says he will trade William. William doesn’t want the green bowl now! Or the blue one. Sigh. Put him back in bed and tell him when he’s ready to be happy he can come back down.
Found some time to throw the bread I let rise over night (I know, what was I thinking??) into the oven and make Henry a snack for school. Dress the boys since their laundry basket was still in the living room. I send them right to the door for rain boots and jackets. We all walk to Preschool. Henry is always all about the hugs and kisses at the door but today he runs in and disappears. William tells me he doesn’t have any energy to walk home (probably because he didn’t eat breakfast) so I carry him and Baby Tilly walks. 2 houses away from our house I have to put him down because my arms hurt. He FREAKS OUT. Ugh ugh ugh.
Get home just in time to pull the bread out of the oven. I’m feeling very overwhelmed with my day so I text my friend about the gym. Turns out she feels the same way as we send our messages at the exact same moment. William calmed down and is now eating his cereal (no milk so it wasn’t soggy).
Make a tea and do nothing for 30 entire minutes. -no regrets. The kids are reading books. QUIETLY. It’s heaven. Heaven for 30 minutes. Yes I put ice cubes in my hot tea. I’m too limited on time to let it cool on it’s own.
Chores. But chores with kids is more like:
Start emptying dishwasher- rescue Tilly from the book shelf-continue emptying dishwasher- rescue Tilly from her own shirt- Reload Dishwasher- Stop to take a video of Tilly be adorable on her bouncing dragon- finish dishwasher and turn it on- run to stop Tilly from biting William. Total time: 1 entire hour.
Tidy up the kitchen… Oh the bread! Cool enough to eat but warm enough to melt the butter. YUM. Bread snack for everyone!
11am: Change out of my gym clothes into jeans. Make the beds, tidy up the toys that are everywhere all the time. Then I make some PB&J sandwiches for lunch and hide them in the microwave so the dog doesn’t eat them when we go to get Henry.
11:45 and we are eating PB&J sandwiches on fresh bread and carrot sticks. We have to rush off to Henry’s group therapy session. And I mean Rush. This is where the day really gets crappy.
- Henry is done and I ask him to wash his hands (COATED IN PB) while I wipe down Tilly. Instead he twirls around bumping into every surface possible spreading PB everywhere and I actually don’t have time to clean it all up. Then he just won’t put his shoes on. Twirling around, ignoring me. Making us more and more behind on time.
- We all have our shoes on and we are about to leave when William says he needs to poop on the potty. You can’t refuse that. So he poops. I specifically tell him not to touch the poop (he has a history) and while I am saying that, he looks me straight in the eye and touches the poop. Then goes to wipe his poopy hand on the wall, but I got there first. Then he cries when I scrub his hands. Now we are late!
I may have screamed into the air and then asked my kids not to speak to me on the drive. Then I cried the whole way.
1ish and I’ve dropped Henry off, and gone straight to Starbucks. Nectar of Life, please revive this Mom!! Both Tilly and William fell asleep on the way to therapy so I get optimistic and think that maybe I can park somewhere and drink my coffee in peace and quiet. Nope. I park and Tilly wakes up. I unbuckle her so she can explore the car. But she wakes up William. Of course. He’s not happy. Then, since it’s raining, we hang out miserably in the car for 45 minutes. And I forgot the tablet, because we were so late. So it’s “here play with this hot wheels car I found in my purse and this mini dolphin that was under your seat”. Until I decided that we can go into Henry’s therapy place to use the bathroom and that will use up some time. Then Henry is done and I load everyone back in the car. Henry asks “How many minutes until we are back home” and I say :”30, but we’re going to Marla’s house (chiropractor)” He says that’s a long time (forshadowing) but he likes Marla’s house. We get there early so I swing by the bank to pay her in cash. Then go get some donuts to have correct change. We sit in front of her house, eating our donuts until my appointment at 3pm. I unbuckle the kids and Henry has PEED (he had to pee, that’s why he asked about the time! Usually he tells me and we just pull over. He’s a pro at peeing on the side of the road). Unsure what to do, I take all the kids into her house and tell her I have to cancel since Henry just PEED and I don’t have extra clothes for him. She says he can borrow a pair of her son’s pants. She’s the best! Have my appointment and she comments that I’m extra stiff today. I blame Stress. Then I cry and get embarrassed and tell her I’m just having one of those days.
Home at 3:45pm to wash the car seat cushion/ dirty pants. I text John an SOS for him to bring home pizza. I’m sure I could figure something else out even with our limited groceries but my brain is done for the day. I try to figure out when my period is due to see if maybe I’m PMSing. Nope. Then I google to see if it’s a full moon. Nope. No excuses for this day.
John comes home and I hear angels singing when he walks through the door with pizza at 5pm. Everyone is really happy about it and eats well.
I make Spinach Smoothies (with prunes, protein powder, mango and greek yogurt) for dessert. Then we all go outside to put together the playset we bought earlier this week. It’s second hand and John had to re-paint the swing bar before we could assemble it due to rust. But today is the day. Saving grace of today: Outdoor time. How cute is our dog?
7pm: Bath time for my dirty kids. Then I blow dry their hair. John takes the boys and does their bedtime, while I take Tilly. Once everyone is asleep, I put the bath toys away and head downstairs. John and I decide to ignore the mess for a little and watch a movie. We pick “Far from the Madding Crowd” and enjoy it.
9:30pm and John heads to bed, since Tilly slept so terribly last night, he is really tired. I had some tea at 5pm with dinner so I’m feeling energetic. I decided to clean up first because I can’t stand waking up to a messy house. Walking to the bathroom I reached my 10,000 step goal! Hurrah for small victories. I put on an episode of “the 100” and end up sitting through most of it… So I turn the TV off after and clean up and do some more laundry.
11:20ish and I’m heading up to bed. Tilly must sense this, and she starts crying. She’s restless and won’t settle. I finally realize that it MUST be her molars! Her cheeks were red all day. This also explains last night. So I give her some tylenol and within 15 minutes she’s soundly sleeping.
I get ready for bed and think I look like such an exhausted momma, so I take a picture. At Midnight and I’m turning off my bedside light.
Tilly sleeps straight until 6am (exactly the length Tylenol works….interesting). And so we get up and start another, much better day.