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.
Welcome to a day in Katy’s life! She is sharing her day among the chaos and kiddos with us! So, here is a day in the life of a single working mom with twins!
Admittedly, these days it seems that life throws me a new challenge and twist to my daily routine so frequently, that constant upheaval is becoming part of my “day in the life.” Despite all of the big changes, constant crazy and new adventures as a single working mom to twins, most days have a bit of normalcy here and there, and we do our best to follow a routine. It might be a little nuts, but it’s our routine and we manage to be alive by bed time, so it works for us.
- 3:30AM (Yes, that’s a 3): One or two tiny twins wander their way into my bed for early morning cuddles. I am now awake. They immediately pass back out, and bury me in a flurry of arms and legs. Add a giant 65lb. dog who thinks he’s a 2lb. chihuahua and I’m usually scrunched into a ball and blazing hot.
- 5:00AM: My alarm goes off. I am pinned. Nobody moves. I perform ninja awesome and twist my way around to grab the phone and turn it off. Resume fiery furnace of kiddo/pet dog pile snoozing.
- 5:15AM: At this point, one of two things has happened. They’re fast asleep (miracle!) and I sneak into the shower, where my dog (very NOT asleep) nervously chews my sheets because I’ve left the room. OR. The boys are both awake and jockeying for prime mom position, which gets the dog hyper and all showers or thoughts of cleanliness are tabled until everyone is fed and watered.
- 5:35AM: Now that the kids and dog are fed and watching a cartoon, the bathroom is mine. Sweet Jesus. I turn on the shower and let it heat up.
- 5:37AM: B has to pee. And he wants to watch a different show. And he “needs more food and milk to stop his cough.” NOW. And he must immediately put on underwear. That he takes 5 minutes to pick out. I turn the shower off and give up on cleanliness for the day (again).
- 6:00AM: Kids are now snacking in their recliners (again) while I attempt to get ready for work (again). I’ll spare you the gory details of that process. I think you get the gist at this point.
- 6:30AM: Children have now eaten 3 bowls of Cheerios, 1 breakfast bar, an apple and a cup of milk. Each. And maybe some toast. In between refilling their cereal bowls every 3 minutes, I have managed to put on makeup and clothes. Forget the hair. When it doubt, put another bobby pin in it. You may have noticed I tried (and failed) to shower. Twice. Ah well.
- 7:00AM: The dressing war. Battle both children to get dressed. Wind sprints, hide and seek, whining, pinching…general discontent and gnashing of teeth. Somehow I get them dressed. And then they decide to trade clothes.
- 7:15AM: The shoes war. See above description.
- 7:30AM: Dog to kennel (Yes, this is a THING. J must close the top latch, B must close the bottom latch. Both must give 1 treat to the dog and may not switch latches.). Attempt to get out the door.
- 7:45AM: B decides he wants sneakers instead of flip flops because his feet got wet with morning dew. Unlock door, swap shoes. Continue efforts to get them to stop picking leaves off the bushes and to get in the car. B must get to his seat from J’s side. He apparently hates his door. And of course, J hates B going in on his side. Say “get in and buckle up” no less than 67 times.
- 7:50AM: Finally head to day care. Listen to J to determine which songs we can listen to and which have been rejected. Listen to B clamor to have the sunroof opened because he must see the beautiful clouds. Even if it’s raining.
- 8:05AM: Carry J, who is the bigger twin, at a whopping 40lbs., and demands I constantly work my arm muscles for his sight-seeing benefit, into day care with B lagging behind. I’m carrying two backpacks, another bag full of extra clothes since we are 99.99% potty trained, my purse, and my lunch (if I had the luxury of being able to pack it). Why my lunch? Because I’m so tired at this point, I forget that I don’t actually need to bring MY lunch into THEIR day care. I just grab everything and pray I make it to the door. Needless to say, my arms are jacked. My butt…is not. (Did you know that my butt died?)
- 8:15AM: Leave day care and head to work after a million hugs and kisses. I love this part of the day.
- 8:30AM – 12:00PM: Work my butt off in glorious non-kid silence. In between sales tasks, answer inquiries for the Studio, process invoices and make a million to do lists. Every minute counts. I have a full time job and run 4 different brands through my small business. There is no easy job. I am on high speed all day.
- 12:00PM – 1:00PM: POWER HOUR. One of three things happen here – Blog like the dickens, run a crazy amount of errands without having to leave my prime parking spot and instead sprinting all over the downtown area where I work on foot, or by some miracle, I get my butt to the gym (my dead butt). On especially busy days, realtor and lawyer meetings for the Studio and maybe a counseling appointment for my sanity and to renew my prescription to my crazy pills. The one thing that usually doesn’t happen here. LUNCH.
- 1:00PM – 5:00PM: Work my butt off part deux while snacking on company popcorn (free!). Enjoy the remainder of the childless portion of my day, but start missing them.
- 5:30PM: Pick up the kids. Shouts of “Mommy!” fill the air. This is my most favorite part of the day. I feel blissfully loved and I realize I missed them even more than I thought.
- 5:45PM: They start screaming and fighting as we get into the car. Ask myself why I missed them as I get stared at by other parents. Yup, I’m the poor lady with twins.
- 6:00PM: Battle the dinner hour with tired, cranky kids. Try to avoid being a short order cook by offering new foods consistently. New foods consistently refused. If I’ve got my A-game on, I realize if I just sit down and play a game with them, they’ll be happy as clams. If I’m just as grumpy, the warfare continues and everybody’s angry. I’ll let you guess how often my A-game is in the on position.
- 7:00PM: Begin the transition upstairs. If it’s bath night, pray that Emily, their big sister, is visiting and will dig in to help because for reasons unknown they behave a million times better in the bathtub if she’s in charge. If I’m flying solo, prepare for constant whining and “Don’t get my hair wet! There’s water in my eyes!” Yup. I have the only two kids who hate bath time. HATE.
- 7:30PM: After potty break #1, try to wrestle them into their pajamas. After potty break #2, determine if they want “bellies in or out” otherwise known as “Are you going to wear pajamas tonight?” Yeah, that’s right. I lost the previous attempt at pajamas.
- 7:45PM: Tuck them in. Repeat the phrase “I love you, I miss you, See you in the morning, Good night, See you later, See you later, See you later” at least 10 times before closing the door. Exactly in that order.
- 7:47PM: Potty Break #3.
- 8:00PM: Tuck them in again. Repeat night time phrase five more times. Hand each child a toy car.
- 8:05PM: Watch them on the video monitor and tell them to get back in their beds.
- 8:10PM: Go upstairs to break up WWIII because someone wants to trade cars and repeat night time phrase again three more times. Potty Break #4.
- 8:15PM: They finally pass out.
- 8:20PM: Clean the kitchen and dining room from the chaos of dinner. Put away toys. Swap laundry. Drink some sort of alcoholic beverage (kidding…maybe).
- 8:30PM: Sit down at the computer to begin the grind. Rework blog website, write additional blogs, schedule posts and social media. Respond to Studio inquiries as needed, balance finances. Skype with Somer to strategize marketing and to do lists. Skype with blogger friends. Edit any photos for outstanding clients. Schedule social media. Maybe play around on Match.com on the off chance there is one person on this planet who might consider this crazy.
- 10:00PM: Check on the boys. All is well. Praise the Lord.
- 10:01PM: Back to work.
- 11:00PM: Pass out in bed, trying to close out the night with devotions and prayer, but struggling to keep my eyes open. That’s ok, God knows what I need before I even know to ask. As I fall asleep, I pray for my three children, my life, our love, safety, hope and healing. Most of the time, my prayer only gets so far as “Lord…help me.”
11:05PM: Sleep. 3:30AM will be here quickly.
There you have it!
Welcome to the chaos! I’m Katy, the writing Mama behind Chaos & Kiddos, a blog dedicated to helping working mothers claim a more manageable life as they seek to achieve balance and order in both the professional arena and their home lives. In between juggling twin toddler boys, a rowdy teenage stepdaughter, a handful of fish, a newly acquired snail, and one rescue pup as a newly single Mom, I also work full time in sales and run a boudoir photography business in Virginia Beach, VA.
When I’m not elbows-deep in kiddo crazy, you can find me behind the camera, teaching basic photography (The “CLICK” Series) and small business/social media management (The Hampton Roads Creative), or managing The Studio Hampton Roads. Yup, I’m one busy gal!
Call me crazy, but life is good. If you’d like to learn how to make life more manageable as a working mom, be sure to visit me on social media and subscribe to the blog! If you’re looking for a support system as a busy, working mom, be sure to join us at Working Moms United!