I decided that for one day I would like to chronicle all that I do. So, today I did. Here’s a slice of life in our nuthouse.
6:50 am: I groggily turn over and check the time. 10 min until the alarm. Roll back over. Dog whines to go out. Sigh. Haul self out of bed and head downstairs. Let dogs out. Discover children already awake and in the family room. Stumble into kitchen and make coffee.
7:00 am – 7:30 am: Turn off alarm that I forgot to switch off 10 min ago. Sip coffee, catch up on Twitter, feed children as they make breakfast demands. Make sure Liam is awake enough to start thinking about getting ready for school. Work on brushing out Ellie, who got a bath last night and is shedding like mad, as well as cut out any mats I find.
7:30-8:00: Tell Liam to go upstairs and get dressed and brush his teeth. Rewarm my coffee for the first time. Pack Liam’s lunch. Find a sweater to throw over to my nightgown and tell Liam to pack his bag for school. Jamie is hanging out playing Angry Birds Go and Bad Piggies on my phone.
8:00: Run Liam to school. Scot is home recovering from his appendectomy so I leave Jamie behind. I am wearing my nightgown, a sweater, and flip flops. I do not get out of the car at school.
8:05: Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
8:06-8:20: Rewarm my coffee for the second time. Sit down and continue reading twitter. Sip coffee. Feed Jamie his third breakfast.
8:20: Head upstairs to get dressed, brush my teeth, tame my hair, and find clothes for Jamie. Wake Scot to make sure he takes morning meds and calls his surgeon’s office because he’s in pain and has no meds for that.
8:35: Head back downstairs. Jamie spies his clothes in my hand and whines, right on cue, “do I have to get dressed NOW?” I tell him he has 5 more minutes. I retrieve clean shorts for him from the basement and then make sure to find the form I have to turn into his speech therapist today.
8:40: Dress Jamie.
8:45: Leave for preschool
8:50-9:00: Wait for his classroom to open while the children all run feral and act like puppies in the hallway outside. Clearly, Pet Day is going to be a big hit.
9:00: Finally, the door opens and I can hustle Jamie into his classroom, shove the form for the speech therapist in the appropriate place, and head back home.
9:02: Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
9:03-9:15: Clean out my car. Yesterday it began to reek of old milk or something else disgusting. The trash heap needed to be dealt with. Cleaned out trash, found a partial hard-as-a-rock Smiley Cookie, and a bill. Unpaid. Also, late. WINNING. Sprayed some fabric refresher on the seats for good measure.
9:15-9:45: Rewarm my coffee for the third and final time. Make my own breakfast. Sit down, sip coffee, play on twitter, read the news online, and eat breakfast. In general, take 5 minutes to myself that do not entail locking myself in the bathroom.
9:45: Finally force myself out of the gravity well and go get in the shower. I have to be back at preschool by 11 am with Ellie in tow.
10:10: Having showered and redressed myself, I head to the basement to finish folding the laundry from yesterday. I then load it up into a bin and take it up one floor and leave it in the kitchen. The plan is to take it all the way upstairs tonight and put it away while the kids are prepping for bed. I’ll give you 3 guesses how often I make this little plan and it actually happens. You probably only need one of those guesses.
10:53: Load up the dog and head back to preschool.
11:00-11:30: It’s Pet Day at preschool. All parents who wanted to bring the family pet did so and the kids got to show off their pet and meet other animals. We had dogs, cats, a turtle, and a snake. Ellie was very well behaved. Get a call from Scot saying that his surgeon has a prescription for him that I need to pick up. Promise to do that. After pet day was over, I stopped up at my father-in-law’s office to ask if he would meet me at the car repair place later in the afternoon so I could drop off Scot’s car.
11:30: Home agin, home again, jiggety jig.
11:35: Warm up lunch for Jamie, settle him in front of the TV, let the dogs out, and warn Scot that I’m headed out to get his meds.
11:40: Pick up meds; head to pharmacy.
11:45-12:15 pm: drop off prescription then wait. And wait. And wait some more. Finally, after jumping through hoops, the meds are dispensed and I speed home because Scot has been without meds now for many, many hours.
12:25: Home again, home again jiggety jig.
12:30: Give Scot his meds then head downstairs to eat my lunch. Warm up some leftover Mac n Cheese because stress = carbs.
12:30-1:15: Eat my lunch, play on twitter some more, and in general avoid the housework that I know is looming. Check my bullet journal and see that I’m behind for the day and really need to get my ass in gear. Procure snacks for Jamie.
1:15-2:00: Dive into house chores. Pick up the library, throw a load of laundry in, clean up the pee spots Molly left me, vacuum the library, pick up and sweep the front hall, clean the powder room. Dole out hugs to Jamie upon request.
2:00 – 3:10 pm: Sit down again. Check off a bunch of items in my bullet journal. Start looking ahead and writing tomorrow’s task list. Decide I want to write this post and start writing it in Notes on my iPad because WordPress likes to be a pain in my ass when I’m working on the iPad. Fart around on Twitter. Talk with Jamie about how excited he is to watch shows on PBS. “Mommy! Dinosaur Train is on!”
3:10: Gather up Jamie, put on our shoes, and walk up to the bus stop to meet Liam’s bus. Liam gets off the bus, hands me his backpack, and goes pelting for the house because he has to pee. Jamie and I walk down at a more sedate pace.
3:20: Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
3:20-3:30: spend 10 minutes manually reinflating one of the rear tires on Scot’s car, make sure I have all the appropriate documents, then leave the kids with Scot and head to the car repair shop. Praying the entire way that the tire stays inflated. Within sight of the shop, the low tire pressure light comes on. Once parked, I check the tire. It’s fine. No idea what the light was about. Hand off the keys and a list of issues to deal with on the car.
3:45: Head out to sit on a bench outside to wait for my father-in-law to pick me up. It’s raining outside but there’s a bench under an awning so only my toes are getting rained on. I can handle this.
3:50: My ride is here! Huzzah! I scamper out into the rain and hustle my butt into the car.
4:05: Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
4:05: I am greeted by Liam asking plaintively if he HAS to go to TKD tonight. I tell him yes; he missed all last week. Pouting ensues as he heads back to watch TV with his brother.
4:15: Start cooking my dinner. Scot probably won’t eat (yay, recovery!) and the kids are the pickiest eaters that ever picked and won’t eat what I’m making for me. Chicken Fries all around for them. I know they will give me grief about this.
4:45 pm: Dinner time. We eat early on TKD nights so that Liam gets a meal before class. As predicted the kids are whiny and bitchy about tonight’s dinner selection. I serve myself and sit down with them. Scot is upstairs asleep. Liam is moaning and groaning about not wanting to eat and not wanting to go to TKD and his brother making him feel cruddy (this is a ploy). It’s clear that my presence is making him play up the drama so I excuse myself to another room.
5:15: The children are done eating and I only had to yell at them to leave each other alone about 10 times. Jamie has cleaned his plate and earns dessert. He chooses ice cream. Liam has barely eaten. However, he has worked himself out of his funk so I let it go. I save his dinner so he can eat it later. I send him off to get changed into his do bak for TKD.
5:30: Leave for TKD. Arrive at destination and parking lot is the usual clusterfuck. Drop Liam off and bug out until the previous class leaves and I can get a parking place.
6:00-6:45: Sit in relative quiet and read a book while Liam is in class.
7:00 pm: Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
7:00-7:20: FINALLY remove my bra and change into jammy pants and a t-shirt. Then head downstairs, tell Liam to start his homework, grab the basket of laundry in the kitchen, and tell Jamie it’s time to head upstairs. Put Liam’s clean clothes in his room for him to deal with; put Jamie’s away. It’s a miracle! I managed to follow the plan! Get Jamie ready for bed, read to him, tuck him in. Lights out; door shut. He’s in bed 10 mins early but he’s not complaining so I’m going for it.
7:20: Return downstairs. Liam decided to eat some of his dinner and make himself an armful of glowstick bracelets instead of start his homework. He’s finished with eating so I prod him to get to his homework. I work on updating this post. Pause to run to the basement and put that load of laundry I started hours ago into the dryer. On my way back through the kitchen, I put away the now cool leftovers of my dinner. Wonder if another storm front is coming in because my eyes are starting to bug out of my head. Check radar; yes, more storms incoming. This means Molly is going to freak out the second she hears the first rumble of thunder.
7:30-8:30: I sit quietly in the library while Liam watches TV after finishing his homework. I watch an episode of Law & Order on Netflix.
8:30 pm: Liam goes to bed.
8:30-9:30 pm: I fire up an episode of This American Life on my phone and clean the kitchen, right down to wiping counters and sweeping the floor.
9:30 until bedtime: Well, first of all, bedtime could be anywhere from 10:30 to midnight. I never know. Second, I’ll finish writing up this post and then probably spend time watching more Netflix and enjoying the one truly QUIET portion of my day.
Things I did not do today: eat well, get a workout in. Fudge. Try again tomorrow.