Sunday, April 29, 2012

Spring 2012 Day in the Life

Laura at Navigating the Mothership challenged her readers to do a "day in the life".  I have done this twice now, so I thought, "why not".  I originally thought I would try to do a weekday, but so goes the life of a working mom...that did not work out.  So here it is a typical crazy Saturday:

April 28, 2012

So there are no photos, but this night we were up (er, should I say my son was up) at 1:30, 3:00, and 4:30.  It was like the good ol days of having a newborn.  It was weird.  So when my husband's alarm clock went off this morning, I felt like I had been hit by a train, or a car, or a sucked.  The kiddo decided that this would be a good time to get up, so in order to have a few more minutes in a horizontal position I let him play with the iPad.

So...turns out we are completely out of coffee.  I have been trying to cut back since I would like to not be drinking coffee when thinking about having baby number two.  However, this morning is not the one to start this program.  The hubby offers to run to Caribou and I say, "yes", but think, "THANK YOU!!!!!"

He comes back with coffee and oatmeal.  Awwww!

So now I have to get up and think about feeding the monster, er, child.  Waffles and strawberries it is, easy peasy.

After breakfast, we relax for a few minutes.  I feel like during the week I am stretched so thin that it is nice to have some time to just chill out.  Also, I am seriously hoping to have enough good timing to try the new anti-bark thing we bought last night.  I am not one for bark collars or the like, as I think they are a mean, so I am hoping this loud air thingy will do the trick. 

at some point here there was an informercial for a tickle me plant...a plant you can grow and tickle for only $10.  Bargain?  Seriously, people probably buy this.  

I think I better start to get ready...since there was no good sleep last night the last thing I am feeling like doing is showering, so I figure I will just wash my face, refresh my makeup, and hope that my hair won't look too greasy.  I wish I could be one of those people who can go days between washes, but alas, I have realized in my nearly 33 years, that this is not going to happen.

Yes, those are stickers on my cheek.  

as ready as I am going to be today

So not we finish laundry and head out to music class.  I am blessed with a toddler that (thus far) loves to help out, and actually gets mad if I don't have him help clean up.  He will usually run toward me and tell me he wants a turn.

We are ready to go, and head out.  First music class, then we stop at Daddy's work to say "hi".  This turns out to be a terrible idea since he falls asleep in the car and does not want to nap later.  Argh.

rainy days and red lights.  not my fave.

We go in and eat lunch and then play a bit and read books before I attempt to lay him down for a nap.

While I hear him talking and singing to himself I try to relax on the couch and maybe take a nap myself (which doesn't happen).  I have a billion things I need to do, but I am feeling very exhausted today.

I get started on this blog, and then lay down for a few minutes.  He actually sleeps for a bit, and when he wakes up is not in a stellar mood.

After a snack and some lovin' all seems to be well again...except this rainy and yucky weather.  April showers bring May flowers, right?  It is just so much easier when we can go outside to play or to the park.  So inside we stay.

Now we move downstairs to do some art.  We color with crayons, meaning I am ordered to draw different things with crayons; a sun, cat, balloon, heart, bird, etc.  

We also color with markers, and use play dough.  Basically I am just trying to buy time before daddy comes home.  

I am tired.  Very tired.

Also, for dinner we decided to make a run for the border.  Yup, Taco Bell.  Not a healthy, good, or usual choice.  However, I am tired, and we are broke, so cheapo dinner out is the key.  Hubby is picking it up on his way home, since I have changed to my sweats and have no intention of going ANYWHERE.


After dinner we play.  I love it when we can all be together.  Our schedules are often opposite, so we do not get a lot of time where all three (or six if you count the animals) get to be together, so we try to make it fun when we do.

So then we lay the kiddo down, and I play around on the internet, we watch our favorite show lately, Criminal Minds, and then go to bed.  Oh, before bed I have fruit.  Gotta make up for the nachos right?  

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Du Du Du...Oopes.

Oh how I love toddlerhood.  I love the newfound ability to express thoughts with words.  I love the creativity that is suddenly so abundant.  I love the hilarity that I experience each day.  I love the games that are made up and played over and over.  Which leads me to the title of this post.  The newest game that our nearly two year old made up may not have a name but goes like this:  Mommy, Daddy, and kiddo line up, we twirl around, and fall down.  After we have fallen and the laughter has died down, our bossy pants son tells us "up Daddy, up Mommy" and we get up and do it all again.  As we twirl we sing, "du du du" and when we fall we say, "oops" and if you are my toddler you say, "oopes", with a great deal of enunciation on the "es".  I also love the honesty of my dear boy.  He will often tell me "dump it" when he is holding a cup of water.  I do appreciate the warning.  I enjoy thinking about the things that make me so happy about motherhood.  This has been a challenging week for me emotionally, a week where I have felt that I am not doing my job well enough, that I am not being the best mom I can be, and generally have just been feeling down.  Work has been harder for some reason this week, in reality it hasn't been harder than any other, it just feels more challenging for me right now.  I am glad to have these funny moments with my family that remind me how good we all are together and how truly blessed I am.  I will dig myself out of this hole, and the first step is realizing today while coloring with my boy that he is so wonderful that I must be doing something a little bit right.  Maybe I am not as bad as I keep telling myself.  Maybe I should let up on myself a bit.  Maybe I should just be me and do the best I can and be okay with that.  Cheers.