Here is a glimpse of what my day today is going to look like.
Are you ready? Put on your rollar skates…..
7am on the dot: “dadadadadada.” Yep, Pookah is awake. C-Dub(the hubby)” you want me to go get him?” which really translates into( I want to go get him so I can give him to you and go back to sleep.) I breastfeed, Pookah and I get up to allow “Da Da” one more hour of sleep.
7:30am-9:00am: After seeing C-Dub off to work for the day, Pookah and I fart around: I eat some oatmeal, and fight with him to eat his oatmeal. After making a mess(as he tries diligently to feed himself), we go change his clothes , play a little before he wants to eat again, and fall asleep.
9:00am-10:00am. ahhh, the Pookah is sleeping. I plan at this time to put away the dishes, pick up all the toys on the den floor, and generally straighten up downstairs before he wakes up. Instead, I spend the next 45 minutes on twitter…….
10:15am: I hear the babbling coming from the bedroom. Little man is awake. Damn! At least I got the dishes put away.
10:15am -12:00pm: I put Pookah in his walker(yes BAD mommy!) and he zooms around while I further straighten up downstairs. I start thinking about what’s for dinner and take out whatever has to unthaw. C-Dub calls to check in and bitch about his job. I make the appropriate noises at the appropriate times while trying to stop Pookah from pulling stuff out of the kitchen cabinets. I’ve really got to childproof…….
12:15 pm:Breastfeeding again and Pookah passes out after lunch…..CSI is on Spike………
12:15pm-1:00pm, I sneak in lunch and watch CSI while trying to get through my google reader, and writing a post. But Twitter keeps calling me……
1:00pm If he’s still sleep: finish cleaning up downstairs. Throw a load of laundry in, and add the load in the dryer(from yesterday) to the ever growing pile of laundry to be folded…..le sigh.
1:00pm: If he’s awake, still throw a load of laundry in and attempt to fold with Pookah( the eight month old) as my ever faithful helper.
2:00pm-3:0opm: Shower and brush my teeth while pookah is distracted in the play pen by many things I normally don’t let him have( ie my cell phone, the remote control).
3:00pm-400pm: Sort of independent play. I get on the carpet, spread out lots of toys and let Pookah go for it. He plays, he rolls, he scoots, he pulls up on furniture while I read blogs, research, check email, and play Farmville.
4:30pm: Pookah falls asleep.(Hopefully)
4:30pm-600pm: I get ready for work. This means: Bottles need to be made, my lunch has to be packed, my work bag needs to be packed, C-Dub’s dinner needs to be made. I need to get dressed. I need to lay out everything for bedtime JUST RIGHT so that C-Dub doesn’t have a think at all trying to put his own child to sleep.
6:00pm: C-Dub is home. I give report, say goodbye and off I go to fight afternoon rush hour on the way downtown.
7:00pm to 7:23 am: I work like a dog in a urban Labor and Delivery. I’ll have to write a post about that someday.
8:00am: Home again. Pookah is awake and wants kisses and breastmilk. I get him ready for daycare.
8:30am: Drop the pookah off at daycare.
9:00am: Force myself to get in the bed and go to sleep for the next 5 hours.
Did you notice that I never took a nap? Did you notice that I didn’t take a shower until 3pm? Somedays I don’t get one until he goes to sleep that night!
Thank God I only do this twice a week!