I decided to document a weekday this time around, mostly just to capture the way it started!
- Date: Wednesday, April 6
- Location: Home (Colorado)
- Natasha: 3.5 years old
- Shelby: 6 years old
- Type of mid-week day: Pretty typical
My alarm was set for 6:29am, but why get up then when you could get up an hour earlier? Oh, thank you, Natasha. Here’s how that played out:
N: Mommy, my time clocker went off.
Me, waking up from a dead sleep: Ok, did you go potty?
N: Yes, I’m hungry.
Me: Ok, go get a muffin out of the refrigerator.
N: I don’t want a muffin! I want cereal.
Me, not wanting to get up: Ok, go get dressed and I’ll get up in a minute.
Then I looked at my phone.
Are you effing kidding me?
I get up and go into Natasha’s room.
Me: Natasha, your time clocker did not go off. You turned it on. Get back in bed.
N: Makes her sad face and starts to cry.
Me: Natasha, is it light out?
N: No. Continues to fake cry.
Me: Stop. If you wake your sister up I will be especially unhappy. Get back in bed. It’s too early to be up.
Gah. You would think by now she would realize I’m not very nice at this hour of the morning. Apparently not, however!
Of course, neither of us went back to sleep. We’re cursed that way. (Can’t fall asleep easily.) My mind started racing with all my work To Dos and how I could fit a workout in during the day and should I just shower and get dressed or put on my workout clothes so I’d be more likely to work out at some point. Yeah, that’s what my mind does once I wake up. It could be 4:30am and I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep either.
6:00am: I throw in the towel and decide this will be the day I document for DITL. I mean, with a start like that, why not? So I start typing before I forget how the morning wake-up went down.
6:10am: I don’t get far. N is back in my room telling me it’s light outside. (The very faintest hint of daylight is now visible. Sheesh.)
6:15am: I know when I’ve lost the battle, so we head downstairs for breakfast.
6:20am-7:05am: I get us cereal, make coffee, check work emails by phone, drink coffee and go put my workout clothes on.Then N watches some TV while I switch out her car seat and vacuum underneath it. Why? (I’m a glutton for punishment, duh!) I’m taking Caden to school (our neighbor and S’s kindergarten friend) and he can’t fit in N’s car seat!
7:05am-7:30am: Natasha comes upstairs to play horse while I wake Shelby up. S is not happy to be up and seems to have forgotten all her big girl words, groaning and pointing at things as if I’m supposed to understand. I try to move her along since Caden will be over soon, but there’s no motivating Shelby; she marches to the beat of her own drum. She does manage to brush her teeth and get dressed by the time he arrives.
While she moans about getting ready, I pack her lunch, foraging through the meager options we have. I mean, we technically have food, but none of it is prepared and ready to throw in a lunch box. I think about throwing a pre-made breakfast sandwich in only to discover they’re all gone. Drat! Sorry, kiddo. Odds and ends today: Yogurt, applesauce, milk, string cheese, carrots with ranch and some leftover pancakes.
7:30am-8:05am: Nicole drops Caden off and takes Natasha with her; she’s going to drop the little girls (Mackenzie and N) off on her way to work. Shelby goes into show-off mode (she’s doing this more lately in front of other kids and it drives me nuts; I’m hoping it’s a phase) and I have to talk her down a peg and help her find her manners.
Caden is super sweet and quiet while S bandies about doing what I’m not sure. Sort of eating breakfast, I guess. I ask him about his spring break (he took a trip out of state) and I pull out a map of the U.S. and the kids start pointing out all the states they know. Then they ask where I’ve been and I start showing them. I’ve been to more than I realized!
I try to hurry Shelby along so we can leave on time but she brings Caden upstairs to show him something in her room. I swear, getting her out of the house each morning is a chore! She’s so distractable.
8:05am-8:30am: I take the big kids to school. On the one hand I love that I can “shove” them out the door (I don’t have to park and walk them in), but it’s also a little unnerving. I worry about them paying attention to other cars — not that they have to do anything other than walk on the sidewalk, but still.
8:30am-8:45am: Coffee, round two! And second breakfast. Because I’ve been awake for three hours already.
8:45am-3:30pm: Work. I have several hours’ worth of phone calls, including one with someone in Chile and one with someone in the UK. I also spend time designing and building cards for a face-to-face activity that will be conducted in two different Asia Pacific countries.
Most of what I usually build is for online deployment, so this is a bit different and has a relatively tight deadline. (I’m in corporate learning and development, which for me involves a lot of content development and digital design. I get to work with people all over; it’s pretty fun! Oh, and my job is remote.)
I take breaks here and there, including long enough to make lunch and chat with Chris a bit. (He also works from home, but we don’t necessarily talk much during the day; one of us is often on a call or in the thick of something.)
3:30pm-4:00pm: I put a bookmark in work, knowing I’ll be back at the laptop later in the evening. I’m antsy to get a workout in before I have to pick S up from show choir at 4:20pm. (School ends at 3:20pm and on Wednesdays she has an after-school activity.) I do about 25 minutes of a Bikini Body Mommy workout using the adjustable kettleball I “bought” with work points. I love that I finally have some heavier weight to lift. I do the workout twice through, with a few modifications, and then stretch.
4:00pm-4:20pm: I take a shower, throw on the first outfit I see and wrap a towel around my head. I head to the kitchen to throw some partially thawed ground turkey in the crockpot; it’s the only way it’s going to get cooked in time for dinner. I need a post-workout snack and S will want something, too, so I make a quick smoothie out of frozen berries, plain yogurt, spinach, apple juice and water. I pull the towel off my head and run a brush through my hair, then I’m out the door to get S, running late because I tried to pack too much in for the amount of time I had (typical).
4:20pm-5:10pm: I get S (they got out late, so it didn’t seem like I was late — phew!) and we head to the post office. My grandmother’s 95th birthday is Friday and we’re at the 11th hour to get something in the mail.
S wants to help, so I let her key in a lot of the information (we use the automated system) and then write a note on the outside of the priority envelope. In addition to the cards the girls made, I tried to put in a piece of artwork from each of them. S has a conniption fit about me trying to give away the big teddy bear she made at school. I tried to explain it was like sending a hug through the mail (there’s actually a really cute story about this); she doesn’t care – she wants to keep it. Fine.
While we’re waiting our turn in line she tells me about how she got a bloody nose at show choir (she’s been getting them fairly frequently for the last few months — not sure why), only she didn’t have a tissue, so she had to suck it up through her nose and swallow it down and it was kind of gross. The man in front of us kind of gave a sideways glance with a smirk.
5:10pm-6:10pm: We head home. S watches some TV, Chris goes to get N and I do some more work.
6:10pm-6:30pm: I boil some pasta (no spaghetti noodles to be found, so rotini it is) and mix pasta sauce into the ground turkey. Voila, spaghetti!
6:30pm-6:50pm: We sit down to dinner and call my mom; it’s her birthday! The girls actually talk to her (usually they have little patience for the phone and scatter quickly, especially since my parents don’t have an iPhone, so no FaceTime/video). In fact, I convince them to sing to her, so S belts out happy birthday and then the girls each sing one of their spring program songs. It’s pretty adorable. I let the girls have ice cream for dessert, in part because they ate a good dinner and in part because it’s my mom’s birthday.
6:50pm-7:30pm: I really don’t remember what happened (truth)! The girls probably watched TV and I probably cleaned up the kitchen, checked Facebook, did a little bit of work and started warning S that the TV was going off so she could do homework.
7:30pm-7:50pm: Homework time. It’s late and it needs to get done. Surprisingly, there’s only some whining and resistance — less than normal. While S is laying in the walkway (because where else would you do homework?) I notice that the sky looks pretty cool. I’ve missed the best part of the sunset, but I run out to catch the very end.
I try to do some work while S does her homework; it’s only moderately successful. N announces that she’s hungry (naturally, as it’s almost bedtime), so she makes some jelly on bread.
7:50pm-8:10pm: Bath time for S. She wants one by herself, which means N will get one the next night (too late to try tonight). I attempt to work some.
8:10pm-8:40pm: Pajamas, tooth brushing, general resistance to bedtime, silliness, stories and lights out, in a nutshell. S read to us, which was super cute, but then she didn’t want to stop.
8:45pm-10:20pm: I settle in upstairs to work. Of course, 15 minutes later Natasha gets out of bed to poop. One of the girls always gets up for something, usually N. I work until my eyelids are super droopy.
10:20-10:30pm: Bedtime prep and lights out! Earplugs, Ambien and an episode of The Good Wife (I’m finally on season 5). I don’t make it very far before I’m fast asleep.
And that’s a wrap on a weekday DITL for us. Tomorrow, we’ll get up and do it all again.