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Monday, February 13, 2012

Just a day in the life of...

This is an honesty post.
{just so you are prepared}

The house as it stands right now, is terrorized.
My floors seem to have a constant amount of debris strewn on them.
No matter how many times I pick things up.

Food on the floor in the kitchen. With a sink full of dishes from a spontaneous Saturday night dinner with family. {yeah, I know it's Monday} But, I have run the dishwasher twice already...
Toys, puzzle pieces, pillows, blankets, and the occasional shoe on the floor in the living room.
Laundry on the floor in our room.
And, diapers on the floor in the bathroom.
{confession: I actually chuck the dirty ones in the middle of the night into the bathroom, just so I dont have to get up... I know, it's lazy, but in that moment when I am sitting up with my eyes closed nursing the baby in a warm bed, I am not going to get up and throw away a diaper when I can just throw it in the vicinity of the trash, to be picked up in the morning... it's kind of my system.}

And the basement... oh, the stories it could share.
Currently it resembles the space of a daycare after twenty five kids have played in it for the day.
Everything is out.
And I do mean ev.er.y.thing.

Not looking forward to cleaning it up before Nadie's baptism party this weekend... but I will.
Reluctantly.

And that schedule I thought I had before the baby arrived, well, that has been shattered.
My body is deteriorating people.
I wake up with one eye still closed most mornings!
Dragging my feet as I switch on the television for the kids, while I pour bowls of cereal and send the Hub off with merely a kiss goodbye.
Then it takes me nearly two hours to muster up the motivation to get my day started.
I veg in front of the computer looking over Pinterest and checking email, while the babe takes her first nap.

Next up! Lunch!
By 11:00am the kids are constantly coming into the kitchen and asking for food.
So I whip up an incredible batch of turkey sandwiches and usually Ramen noodles for Nolan... don't ask me why we EVER got started on those! Can't wait until the super pack we bought is finally gone.
After lunch, I decide I should probably do something.

So I will throw in a load of laundry and feel accomplished enough to sit down and feed the baby.
I tell the kids the television time is over and to go find something to do before nap time.
Ha! Nap?
That saying only actually becomes a reality about once a week. With bribes of a fruit snack afterwards...
should I even be spilling all these secrets? Geez!

By 3pm things have gone something like this:
Feed baby.
Pick up the living room of puzzles, and odds and ends toys.
Sweep the carpet.
 Clear the table from lunch.
Load the dishwasher.

Put that load of laundry I had in the washer, into the dryer, while I toss the dryer clothes from the day before onto my bed. Don't have time to fold it yet, I got to feed the baby. Again.
 Afterwards put baby in her swing.
Get the rowdy kids a snack.

Readjust Nadie in her swing since she has been screaming for the last three minutes, and now has real tears.
Ask the kids to pick up the magnets they have thrown all over the kitchen floor.
Start to think about what to make for dinner...

Finally, get the baby to sleep in her swing.
Get the kids in the shower, and out of their pajamas for the day.

Turn the television back on while I prepare a one course meal of pork loin and saurkraut over potatoes with a side of peas.
Baby gets up. And she pooped up the back of her onesie...

By now, the Hub is home.
I wash the baby and we eat dinner.

Time is escaping me.

What the heck have I done all day?
I had dreams of creating a Valentine's Day card for my lovelies...
Or some newborn hairbows for Nadie's fuzz.

I wanted to make cookies after dinner.
I wanted to play a fourth game of Hi Ho Cherry O, but it is almost 9pm and now the kids who are very cranky from refusing that nap earlier, need to get their teeth brushed.
Up the stairs we go, to read a book, say our prayers, and sing a very loud tune of Twinkle Twinkle before Nev starts pleading with me to sleep in my bed. I coax her to sleep by saying I'll stay up there until she falls asleep.
Meanwhile Nadie is downstairs giving her daddy hell. Crying out for her momma's milk.

I trickle down the stairs eight minutes later. Nurse Nadie on the couch next to the Hub.
Oh, hi. How was work dear?

Watch the eleven o'clock news before deciding I have to go to bed.
Toss that load of clean clothes to the floor and slide quietly under the covers.
I'll fold it tomorrow...

Smooch the Hub and drift quickly off to lalaland. For two hours.
Before it starts all over again.









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