Friday, March 11, 2005

Isn't She (and He) Lovely?

I just had to post a picture of the cutest kids ever. I'm the luckiest mom in the world.


Boogie and Dak Posted by Hello

Monday, March 07, 2005

A Typical Day

The following is a glimpse of my day today, just one of many in my life as a mom.

5:30 a.m: Get up, take a shower, iron my clothes, put on my makeup, dry my hair, and drink an instant breakfast drink. Make the bed and run the dishwasher.
6:30 a.m: Get the baby up, feed him his bottle, change his diaper and get him dressed for the day. Put him in his chair while I go get his sister.
7 a.m: Try to rouse a grouchy toddler and get her moving in the morning. Make her bed, get her dressed, sometimes in between bites of a Pop-Tart, brush her amazingly unruly hair, sometimes to the sounds of screams as I brush through the tangles, put her books in her book bag, and give her her jacket.
7:20 a.m: Put the toddler in her car seat, then put the baby in his infant seat, and drive out of the driveway, trying to remember whether I closed the garage or not.
7:25 a.m: Drop the kids off at day care, give them "kisses and cuddles" (a phrase by Supernanny), and head back to the car.
7:30 a.m: Face the morning rush hour traffic of the Southern California freeways (three of them to be exact) and drive to work.
7:55 a.m: Arrive at work, and get settled in for the day.
11:30 a.m: Go to lunch, my one hour of sanity in the day.
12:30 p.m: More of the same work day.
5:00 p.m: I've been going for almost 12 hours and my day isn't nearly done. Drive in worse rush hour traffic (I take side streets for this one. I don't dare face the freeways in the afternoon). I have an errand to run today, so I take an alternate route.
5:45 p.m: Arrive at IKEA to return a table that we bought for the toddler yesterday. It was too big. Struggle with getting the table top and legs out of the car without the help of a cart. Get annoyed as the "helpful" IKEA employees watch the entire process. Walk the miles of store in high heels from work to find a smaller table and some small stools. Carry the stools in the big yellow bags they sell, and grab the table and legs without the help of a cart. I get smart and finally get a cart to carry them to the car.
6:15 p.m: Drive the 2.5 miles home. However, the roads that I must take are under construction, so it takes me longer than normal to get home.
6:35 p.m: Arrive home and bring in the two stools, the table top and the legs, while trying to close the garage door and keep a hold on my purse. I give hugs and kisses to the toddler, the husband, and the baby, and bring the baby into the toddler's room and the husband puts together the table and the stools.
6:45 p.m: Give the baby a bath, and get him dressed in his pajamas. Put him down for a much-needed nap, since he hasn't slept since 2 p.m.
7 p.m: Start dinner: skinless fried chicken, mashed potatoes and corn (talk about comfort food). Unload the dishwasher and put the dishes away. Empty the trash from the bathrooms, gather the old newspapers from the weekend, and take out the trash.
7:25 p.m: Get the toddler in her pajamas, get her to go potty one more time, and brush her teeth. Put lids on the pans to keep the food warm as we get her to sleep (she already ate dinner at 6 p.m.). Get her comfy in bed, say her prayers and read a story before she's allowed to read her books on her own.
8 p.m: Eat dinner. Get up two times to answer the call of the toddler as she cries because she hurt her finger on the bed, or her socks fell off, or her book fell behind the bed, or her leg hurts, or her covers are all messed up, or ...
8:15 p.m: See the toddler come out of her room to say "Good night" to us. See her eyes light up as she watches Anthony on American Idol singing. Decide to let her watch two more performances, as long as she promises to go to sleep when she gets back to bed. Enjoy three performances together.
8:45 p.m: Tuck the toddler in for one last time, and say good night.
8:50 p.m: Go back in toddler's room and tell her to get back in bed, that she doesn't need to change her socks from yellow to pink.
8:55 p.m: Go back in toddler's room to answer her cries because her blanket fell on the floor. Tell her that if she had been asleep like she was supposed to, the blanket wouldn't have fallen. Tell her that I'm upset that she isn't going to sleep, after I was nice enough to let her watch the singers. Get angry as I see her smiling and trying not to laugh as I tell her how disappointed I am. I leave the room and turn off the hall light as her punishment.
9 p.m: Wash the dishes.
9:15 p.m: Start this blog. Still wearing my work clothes because I haven't had time to change.
10:30 p.m: Give the baby his last bottle of the night, so he'll sleep through to 6:30 a.m.
11:30 p.m: Finally go to bed.

Is it any wonder that I'm irritated and grouchy all of the time? I know I'm not the only mother in the world to do this. Do they all question their sanity like me? Do they all feel guilty when they go in their kids' rooms and look at their faces as they sleep? Do they all wish that they could get away, for just an afternoon or weekend, and take time only for themselves? Do they envy their single, childless friends, who can go home after work and take a nap, or just veg on the couch? Or am I just a wimp, who should simply suck it up and accept that I'm a mom now, and that this will be my life for many years to come? I guess that's OK, because I really do have two amazing kids.

I remember when I was single, and just having to play with my cat after a long day of work was exhausting. Little did I know.

Well, it's time for me to go check on my little toddler, who I think is finally asleep. Let the guilt begin.