Since it's been so long, I will update you on my typical daily routine...
- 5:00 a.m. - Sleep through hubby's alarm (I literally don't even hear it)
- 6:30 a.m. - Snooze through my first alarm; listen for daughter's alarm and subsequent sound evidence that she is, in fact, up and getting dressed.
- 6:45 a.m. - Snooze through another alarm, but continue to keep one ear open for getting ready noises
- 7:00 a.m. - Snooze my last alarm; remind my daughter 47 times to brush her damn teeth
- 7:05 a.m. - Slowly roll out of bed; brush my own furry teeth, fix her hair, schlepp downstairs to fix her breakfast and pack her snack.
- 7:25 a.m. - Grab baby boy from his place of slumber and strap him into his car seat (yes, he's still in his pj's and his night diaper - so am I); scream at daughter for standing around doing nothing
- 7:30 a.m. - Leave for school (about a mile away); upon arrival, scream at daughter to get out of the car already, people are waiting!; head home
- 7:45 a.m. - Back at home, change baby's diaper and dress him for the day; feed him breakfast, fix my coffee; watch Ni Hao Kai-Lan
- 8:00 a.m. - Start working. Yes, I'm still in my pj's.
- 9:00 a.m. - Nanny arrives.
- Meetings, work, blah, blah, blah.
- 2:15 p.m. - Head to school for carpool line
- 2:30 p.m. - Scream at daughter to get in the car already, people are waiting! And sit down, how was your day?
- 2:35 p.m. - Arrive back home, continue working.
- Meetings, work, blah, blah, blah.
- 5:00 p.m. - Nanny leaves. I should probably figure out what's for dinner.
From that point on, the kids transition from fairly calm demeanors into their CRAZY mode. They are fighting and running and falling and screaming and driving me up the freaking wall. Sure, it's possible that they could muster the effort to sit quietly and read or watch Dora or play nicely together. But why would they do that when they can get Mommy committed? If it weren't for the saving grace of beer, my husband would come home to find me curled up in a corner in the fetal position, rocking back and forth, muttering "Swiper, no swiping..."
By 6:30 or 7:00, we've had dinner and we start our silent countdown to bedtime. Don't misread that - it is not silent in our house. We just don't let the minis know that we are counting down. The other night I'd had enough of the madness and I put the kids to bed. Once they were all tucked in, snug as bugs and whatnot, I happened to look at the clock. It was a whole hour earlier than their usual bedtime. Oops. The surprising thing was that they did not wake up any earlier in the morning. I think I'm onto something here...
That's my life the last six months. Not a lot of time for blogging, but I will work it in. I know you need it. How else will you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are a far better wife and mother than at least one person?



