John’s 34, I’m 31, Henry is almost 4, William is 2 and Tilly is 8 months old
This was a weekday:
Sometime between midnight and 6: Tilly is fussing in bed beside me. I try to give her her pacifier but she wants food. I pull her close and nurse her and promptly fall back asleep. Nursing and co-sleeping since 2011 because I am lazy. I don’t check the clock because it either makes me sad that she woke up so early, or makes me sad that I only have a little time left to sleep. I’m definitely a glass half-empty person in the middle of the night.
6:50am: Tilly wakes up again. She doesn’t want to nurse. I look at my phone and see that it’s 10 minutes before my alarm goes off. I try to get her to cuddle and sleep for those 10 minutes but she’s chatting and rolling around. She’s so happy in the morning! I ask John if he wants to shower before me and he does. So off he goes. I play with Tilly and look at the internet while I wait for my turn.
7:15am: John goes downstairs to leave for work. I walk to the shower and see William in the hall. I say “Good morning!” In my extra chipper mom voice. He looks at me, falls to the floor and starts crying. He’s such a 2 year old. I put Tilly in her excersaucer and pick William up for a quick cuddle. I throw him into our bed and he lays there happily/sleepily while I shower.
7:38am When I get out, Tilly is fussing so I put her on the floor. She crawls to the boys room where they are both playing trains now. I dress, blow dry just my cowlick and then get the kids dressed.
8:15am We all go downstairs. Henry wants to see his plant that he started growing at preschool. We look at it and decide it needs a bit of water too. Then I get all the kids settled at the table with some toast and a banana for breakfast (Tilly included). Then I pack our bags for the morning while also eating toast. 1 bag for snacks (2 apples, 2 bananas, 2 dried fruit pouches and a baby mum mum plus 2 water cups), 1 bag for baby carriers (1 woven wrap and 1 Ergo carrier) and my diaper bag.
8:50am We are out the front door and I’m buckling everyone into their car seats. We are headed to the play group I run once a week.
8:58am We arrive and there is already someone there waiting! Whoops! Quickly open the door for them and start the coffee.
9am-noon Play group-ing. I drink glorious coffee while chatting with the other moms/nannies and even 2 stay at home dads! Love that! Henry is in a mood where he wants to play alone but it’s Easter break so there are a billion kids there today! So he’s having a hard time. William is in a toy hoarding mood so he is also having a hard time with all the kids. Tilly refuses to nap because there is so much going on. She’s pretty happy the entire time. Until it’s time to clean up, then she’s fussy so I break out the ergo.
Noon- 1:15pm: Everyone leaves and I sort out the toys into their proper bins, wash the mouthed toys and then put all the bins away in the storage room. The boys are playing baby. Their babies are sick and need to go to the hospital. Aww. We turn off all the lights and go to leave. William is running through bushes and doesn’t want to get in the car. Tilly is crying because she’s so tired and I know as soon as we start driving she’ll be asleep. So I get a little frustrated with William, knowing if I pick him up he will cry but we need to GO. Now. When I pick him up, he cries. But he soon forgets about it when he finds a hot wheels car in his car seat cup holder.
1:30pm– Tilly fell asleep on the drive home so I quietly place her car seat in the darkest corner of the front hall so she can get a good nap. I put theTV on for the boys while I get out everything for lunch. Then I let the boys make their own sandwiches. I grill mine and it’s sooooooo good.
2:15pm I think about doing nothing but know I should clean the kitchen. I end up texting John about dinner and then browsing the internet for 30 minutes.
2:45pm I start emptying the dishwasher and Tilly wakes up. Story of my life. I nurse her and find that while I was browsing the internet, Henry was eating a piece of chalk. Ugh. Send him to wash out his mouth. He’s in there a long time so I go check on him and he tells me “I stuck toilet paper in the sink and the water is stuck” sweet. He’s clogged the drain. Tell John who says he will look it when he gets home.
3:16pm I take the dog for a walk with the 3 tiny humans. Tilly in the ergo, William in the stroller and Henry and Rudy walk with me. We see ducks in the pond! Definitely the kid’s highlight of the day. It’s so nice out!
3:45pm We decide to play outside. There is chalk and trucks involved. Tilly tries to eat numerous stones and wood chips. It becomes a little stressful. I check the clock and I am so happy to see that’s it’s 4:30pm and I need to go inside to make dinner. The kids are NOT happy about it. (please note Henry’s rapper appearance. Those pants falls down all the time)
5:00pm on the dot the kids start being crazy (the witching hour is real). Tilly wants to be held while I move. If I stand still she cries, which doesn’t bode well for dinner prep. Henry wants to eat all the things. I tell him no! I’m making dinner. But he doesn’t like dinner. He only likes snacks. So he’s crying and following me around telling me I’m making him angry. William wants to stand on a chair in front of the hot frying pan I am frying stuff in. Ummmm no, crying on the floor ensues. I call John to politely ask how long until he is home. Not long! But he’s stopping for gas (which at this moment feels like eternity). I turn off the stove even though I’m not done cooking and I try very hard to get all the children out of the kitchen. TV? Toys they haven’t seen in a while. OK a little bit of chocolate. NOTHING WORKS. John gets home. All is right with the world.
Until he gets a work related phone call. Henry wants a piggy back. I need John to hold and entertain Tilly. Like ASAP. Try really hard not to be mad that he is doing his job that supports us when I need him. Deep breaths. I’m being ridiculous.
John gets off the phone and between the two of us we entertain the kids and cook dinner together . Dinner (Beef and Broccoli with brown rice) is ready at 5:45pm, just in time for me to run out to meet someone who is donating toys for the play group. I am gone about 30 minutes and the silence in my car is beautiful. I don’t listen to the radio. I just enjoy hearing my own thoughts.
Home at 6:15pm and we all eat dinner. I didn’t expect them to wait for me, but I’m glad they did. So thankful for my little family. Tilly eats rice, the boys only eat beef. Pretty standard. Henry ate a lot of raw broccoli while we were cooking so I’m not worried about him but I get William a kale/apple fruit pouch.
7:00pm We all head to a neighbours to feed their cat since they are on vacation. They left us a pile of toys/ books that they are getting rid of to sort through and take what we want. How nice is that??
Home at 7:45pm and I can’t find my cell phone. Try calling it but the kids are too loud and we can’t hear anything. Get entirely too frustrated but then find my phone in my diaper bag. We forgot eggs at our neighbours (they told us to take anything in their fridge that would expire before they came back) so William and I head back to get them.
Home by 8pm and I ask John to put the boys to bed since Tilly is also tired. They normally all go to bed at 7 so they are up late. I put on “Call the Midwife” and then change Tilly into pjs, and nurse her to sleep. Then I put her on the couch beside me, and push the ottoman/coffee table up against it so she can’t roll off. John puts the boys to bed and comes back down. We turn on “the 100” since John is not a “Call the Midwife” fan and we watch it while I clean up. Then we start talking about our future (it’s fun to dream!) which turns into talking politics (our future does not contain politics) since there is an election coming up. Then back to watching TV and cleaning up.
11 BED TIME. And by that I mean reading time.
12:06 I’m still reading when Henry calls out “owie mommy!” Growing pain in his leg. I rub it for him and then he asks me to lay with him a little. I ask if I can pat his back instead (because I will fall asleep if I lay down) and he says yes.
12:20 and he is calling me again saying he has an owie on his leg. I give him Tylenol because I remember how painful growing pains are. He falls right back to sleep.
1am: Put my book away and kinda get annoyed at myself that I stayed up so late reading. Oh Well. Lights out.