Have you ever wondered what happens during the day for someone else?
Wondered what it would be like to spend a day in their shoes?
Now is your chance!
Welcome to A Day In The Life, a new series that shows you what a day is like for someone else! To take a walk in their shoes, so to speak.
My day starts fairly early in the morning, as well as ends early A.M.- and by that I mean, it’s well over a 12 hours by the time I get to go to bed. Thankfully, I was blessed (sometimes cursed) with the ability to run on very little sleep. If I get four solid hours of rest nightly then I can function on that for months at a time before I start to feel worn down. My six hours in bed sleep seems to be similar to someone else’s 8-10 hour slumber, as I wake up feeling refreshed or, even sometimes, like an Energizer bunny.
This is typically what a day in my life entails:
On a weekday, I’ll wake up around 6:30-7:30, all depending on when my husband is going to work. I grab my coffee first thing and set to making his lunch while I drink my morning brew. This is a necessity coffee, not an enjoyment cup, so I slug that mug down like I’m going for beer-chug champion at a sorority party and I pray it’ll kick in fast enough to last me through until my son goes to school.
I make my husband’s lunch, puttering around like a zombie, while he takes the longest, most annoying pee in the history of human urination. Then he goes downstairs to wake our oldest boy for school. I make Thing 1’s lunch at the same time; We typically do sandwiches, granola bars, fruit, a snack item like popcorn, yogurt and a treat (homemade cookies, banana bread or something along those lines) and sometimes I’ll throw in a hard boiled egg too. While the two get showered, dressed, mess around with their hair, take far too long finding their stuff and ask me for about half a dozen things, I’ll also handle breakfast. Eggs and toast, or bagels and cream cheese, maybe oatmeal…whatever the morning calls for, depending on how much sleep I’ve gotten and how cold the house is. They eat while I “charge up” on the couch, which entails me curled into a ball under my blanket and I give orders regarding clothing, the mess they’re making or things they’re forgetting. I get those two out of the house and start my day.
Now- if we’ve had a particularly rough night with the girls, if lunches were pre-made (leftovers) or if the hubbs has angered the food gods the night before, I tell him to handle things on his own and I will stay in bed. I am awake, mind you, but relaxing in the warm embrace of my Marilyn Monroe, down-filled duvet.
By 8:15, I’m either dumping myself into a shower to wake up properly or I’ll check my email straight away if I am waiting on something important.
On those rare days when I’ve stayed in bed, I may try to nap until one of the girls wakes up for the day. This normally means I get about 5-20mins sleep at a time, while one of them kicks me. If it’s a Thursday morning, I’m up and I’ve gotten the girls up (and into the bath) for our Lifetree Cafe Ladies Group, where I’ll go for a morning of crafting or some other activity with women from my neighbourhood. I vacuum my floors first thing, the initial chore of the day, because I hate dog hair and it all seems to settle over night. I have a theory that my dog stores it somewhere, then scatters it everywhere while I’m sleeping…just to be a douche.
By 9:30-10am, both girls are usually up and wanting breakfast so I will do my second round of eggs and toast, with fruit, or something along those lines. I don’t care what the general consensus is upon the health impact of eggs at any given time- we love them here. Hard boiled, scrambled, fertilized (I have four kids and want more LOL) or in any other way but we love them, regardless.
Anywho, this is typically when I would eat my breakfast too. If I feel like garbage, I’ll make it a smoothie instead of a meal. At this point, I’ll also have my enjoyable cup of tea or coffee for the morning. I relax for half an hour, or longer if the girls take a while to eat, and I check my email, social media, blog comments or things of that nature while I drink a cup of tea. We normally don’t eat at the “big table” for this meal. The girls have a small kiddie table and I pull it out in front of me- I sit on the couch, they sit right near me and they’re usually the most quiet during this time. I’ll get the odd demand for something other than what they’re eating, or disclosures about the fact one of them has to pee for the second time in ten minutes (just to get up for a stroll) and random questions about the day’s agenda but that’s about it. This is my me-time while parenting. By 11am or so, I’m done my breakfast, I clean up after the girls and we all get dressed for the day (if I’m not already). The girls help pick their clothing and we feed their fish. I empty the dishwasher, with their help, and reload it with the breakfast dishes. This all takes far more time than you would assume, especially when they unload a dishwasher one piece at a time, each taking turns, to prevent mass toddler riots and baby bloodsport.
From then until lunch prep, which typically falls around 1-2pm, I’ll play with the girls. This is “school” time and we cover things that toddlers need to cover before they’re 100% raring to go for the day, which prevents them from being focused enough to do these repetitive activities. We focus on naming body parts, counting, doing our colours, ABC’s, following directions, sharing, taking turns and hand-eye co-ordination. All of this is done primarily through play-based learning, repetition or even just with paper and crayons (my oldest daughter, at two, is learning to write her name). Daddy also calls before lunch and they’ll take turns screaming, “I wannsayhello! I wannsayhello!” while tugging on my pants, pulling them down, while I attempt to cover any necessary topics with my hubby before handing the phone over. The girls are left to play together for a while so that I can get lunch made. At this point in time, they typically trash their room and I want to cry a little bit.
We have lunch by 2pm normally, at the latest, and then clean up the mess they’ve made. This all takes quite a while.
I clean up after lunch and, by that time, I have to do my floors again. Between the girls and the dog, they’re always a disaster. Mother effing suffrage.
I do all of my household chores at this point, like folding laundry from the night before and putting it away, I clean windows, dust , clean my bathroom, make the beds, and clean the kitchen. All of this is done with the help of toddlers….which means, by the time I am finished, most of it looks about the same as it did before I cleaned it. Once I’ve either redone everything, cried a little or adopted the “eff it” attitude, I’ll do my make up (if I’m feeling really ladylike) play dress up with the girls, play “ressaurant” or tea party, hide and seek or whatever random thing they think up that strikes their fancy. The newest game is called “fridge-fridge” and it’s rules are as follows: Lay down in front of the fridge, stick your feet up in the air above your head, wiggle them furiously, get up and run to our couch, or just anywhere really, and do a few laps. After all of that’s done, you run back as quickly as possible to the fridge and lay back down to repeat. I also mediate the aforementioned baby bloodsport, while the girls fight over everything from helping with chores, crayons, nailpolish, the envelope from the day’s mail, who gets to put something in the garbage. who gets to use the potty first or whatever the hell can become a topic of discord. I deal with waterworks about someone needing juice, then the same person not wanting juice but milk instead, then how I’ve crushed their very soul by taking away the aforementioned juice in order to replace it with milk and so forth. You know, #momproblems #isitwineoclockyet.
By this time, around 3:45pm, my oldest is normally home from school. I’ll get Thing 1 a snack, give the girls something small to eat, cover my son’s day at school with him, go over any homework that he has and then let him have an hour or so to unwind. I also check back in with Facebook, the groups that I run, my email or anything else that I need to get done online.
By about 5, I clean my livingroom again, redo my floors (the kids had a snack and the dog will have been running around with us during the day) and I start dinner prep or, if it’s something easy, then I will attempt to catch up on any of the larger housework (like my tub surround, or some sort of large organizational project) OR I’ll do some social promoting of a recent post.
Once dinner is in and being made, I make sure the girls are clean for their meal, I set my son to doing his home work for the day and I clean the kitchen up after dinner prep. We always eat a late meal in our house, around 6:30-7pm (typically 7 on the nose), so that we can eat as a family and my husband always gets a hot meal. He typically arrives home shortly before dinner.
My hubby gets in, visits with our girls and we cover his day- at this point, I usually check back in with the interwebs.
I serve dinner for everyone and we eat together in the diningroom. Around 8pm, maybe later, we all spend some time in the livingroom as a family and maybe watch some TV, plug in a movie or just play a game with the girls. My husband and I spend a lot of time on opposite ends of our couch, trying to visit with one another, while our girls sit between us and interrupt things repeatedly. It’s adorable though and we all “talk” about our day, or show Daddy all of the things we did, any crafts/drawings that were made and Bear visits with the kids. He also takes his time during this point, where he gets to put his feet up and just relax. He normally has a beer, a coffee or (more often than not) a bowl of icecream at this point and just hangs out, decompressing.
At about 9pm, I go over all of my son’s homework and make sure it’s finished- then he normally showers for the day and gets ready for bed. Bear always reads him a chapter of a book downstairs at 9:30 and, if he takes the girls with him (he doesn’t always) then I’ll check back in online and do some blog work. If I’m writing a post, I lock myself up in my diningroom until at least 10, sometimes later.
I used to get the girls a bath, with some lavender essential oil in it and get them ready for bed by 10:30 or so (yes, I know that’s late…we’re all nighthawks in this family). As of this week, my hubby has taken over the bathtime duty so that I can get a bit of a break. It’s made a world of difference for me and I love this half hour to myself. That being said, during this time I’ll normally throw in a load of laundry or bake the boys’ snacks for the next day.
Around 11pm or so, I clean up the kitchen for the day and run our dishwasher. If the hubby’s really hoping to get frisky later, he may help or just entirely take over. At this point I”ll also throw in a load of laundry- which I do daily, as we’re a big family, and tidy up anything that’s left messy in the house. I can’t start to relax until things are in order, at least mostly, and I don’t feel “dirty” anymore. Bear usually gets a shower around this time and we’ll hang out together for an hour or so before he’s falling asleep on me and I have to send him to bed around midnight or so.
I watch Jon Stewart on my own, catch The National and work online until around 2am or, if I haven’t gotten any time to work during the day (as I don’t always) 3am if it’s absolutely necessary. This is my me-time, where I’ll have my glass of wine and relax after my long day. If the kids were harder to deal with than usual, or my routine was too messed up during the afternoon…I might make it an extra BIG glass of wine 😉
Cheers to all of the other Mamas out there that know exactly what that feels like. Cheers to all of the Daddies that help with the dishes.
Like you, I’m just a short lady putting on her stilettos one six inch heel at a time. If you’re not a short lady, or you don’t wear very high heels, I may not be like you in that case… although I am sure we can relate in some other way.
I’m a 27 year old married Mama of four, with a gargantuan hubby and a shoebox of a home in Ontario, Canada, where I spend most of my time tending to it and it’s inhabitants. I craft, I clean, I Mum it up with the kiddoes and I blog. I enjoy reading, all things Marilyn, cooking from scratch, a nice glass of wine and the rare occasions when my children all behave simultaneously. I have a hard time sleeping, an affinity for late night satire shows and a penchant for inappropriate commentary. You can find me via my social media links below or, typically, in a grocery store shopping for cheese. If that’s not where I am, I’ll be in the library or I’ll be the least flexible lady in the yoga class.
Winner of Wife of the Year Award, three years running (Categories; Nagging, baking and bedroom. Typically in that order.)