One Day (not the book, but it feels like a novel)

I took no pictures and didn’t keep a running tab of the day to write cute little blurbs about how I spent my day yesterday. I didn’t even decide to write this until 10:18pm when I was waiting for my meds to kick in. I keep an eye on the clock most of the time, so I can say that these times are relatively accurate although I didn’t put specifics for every item.

Anyhow, so this is a day in the life of a working mother with two children, kinder and second, a work-from-home-husband, a cat, baseball, and too much to do with not enough time to do it.

I was supposed to be up at 5:45am so I could take a real shower, but less than six hours of tossing and turning and my body could not be dragged out of bed. I realized I overslept at 6:28am, and needed to be out the door at 6:45. I could not skip the shower – my hair was chlorinated from swimming the day before and obviously I should have taken it then, but obviously I didn’t. So shower, ready, grab my stuff and I’m out the door at 6:50. The kids are still asleep and I’d give them a kiss to wake them off and send them to school, but then they’d want to talk and be all snuggly and I just can’t. My husband will wake them, get them ready and out to school after I leave.

I get to work at 7:20. I work until 3:20. Somewhere in there I took a lunch and ran over to the grocery for a healthy lunch and snacks – I’ve decided to start back on the healthy train but I’m very close to derailment. I start counting the calories of the candies I’m not eating. It’s a lot.

I left early because Henry has a doctor’s appointment (my usually stop time is 4:00). I left 10 minutes earlier than I planned bc I really need to stop by my mom’s between pick up and appointment, but there still didn’t end up time. Picked up the kids, stopped by home to pick up baseball clothes, cleats, and lap desks because neither child is done with homework.

4:30p doctor’s appointment. The whole reason I dragged Spencer with us is bc we always do flu shots at the same time, but they are out. So hurray. H’s appointment went fine, he was really good except that he didn’t like that there were robots on his underwear and didn’t want the doctor to see them. His eyes are fine, which I had worried about.

4:47p leaving the doctor. Baseball practice was going to be at 7pm, but midday the coach changed it to 6. I was going to drive through somewhere but the kids want McD’s and I was going to get Chic-fila and instead I call C and have him through some pigs in a blanket in the toaster oven. We work on Spencer's homework in the car. REAL QUESTION ON HIS HOMEWORK: "if a number has two digits and the first one is 8 more than the second and the second is not zero, what is the number?"

SECOND GRADE, FOLKS.

We get home, Spencer finishes his homework (we think, DUN DUN DUN) and I help Henry with drawing and labeling a thermometer which was his homework. C leaves to take Spencer to the ballpark at 5:40. I grab the library books and Henry and we stop in to exchange books and retain 5 that he just loved so much. (Stickand Stone. He won’t give this book up)  There’s a book for me too, which I didn’t even realize. I’m way behind on my ebooks too. H and I get to the ballpark at 6:10p, and I resume team mom duties of collecting straggling uniform pants payments and feeling bad because apparently I missed a player’s mom in the text with the time change for practice. I was never given a roster, I’m just filling up my paper calendar with this stuff. I leave with H about seven, and we hit Target (toothbrush, toothpaste, swimmer’s ear drops, and I let him pick out two new flavors of applesauce pouches even though I know for a fact he won’t eat the peach), drive through Panera (thank god for drive through Panera), get gas and get home.

 Hey look! Cute picture of Henry! 

He was super excited to pick out a purple toothbrush and Avengers toothpaste.

Home at 7:50pm. Throw Henry in shower and make him a second dinner (marmalade sandwich, grapes, peach gogo applesauce that surprise! He didn’t like!), make lunches for tomorrow for the kids, grab Henry out of the shower and set up Inspector Gadget for him in my room while he dries off and gets in his unders for bed. He eschews pjs these days. He eats second dinner on the floor in my bedroom while watching IG.

I clean the kitchen, move my salad from Panera from the kitchen counter to the dining room table and turn on my work computer to pay some invoices. Francine has been stalking me for food because she’s usually fed before then.

(see? She’s not amused.)

C and S get home about 8:20 and I’ve already laid out pjs and a towel for Spencer so he gets in the shower while Henry finishes up brushing teeth. We’ve only got time for one book (8:27p) so we read Bernice Gets Carried Away (I put all of Everyday Reading’s kid book recommendations on hold the other day). 8:30p ON THE NOSE. Lights and music for Henry. I’m dead on my feet.

I come out and Spencer is out of the shower and into pjs so I have to put his ear drops in, Henry comes back out to see what the commotion is about. Probably shouldn’t have done this in the living room but I was hoping the baseball game would distract him. While he’s recovering from that horror and is doing his 15-20 minutes of reading for his reading log, I glance at his homework and realize HE DID THE WRONG HOMEWORK. Apparently the teacher sent it home in two stapled packets – language arts and math. So he did all the math (for the WEEK) and didn’t even SEE the other packet and of course one those pages is due in the morning. So. After reading is done, we start on reading comprehension and DON’T GET ME STARTED.


PLEASE TELL ME HOW YOU CAN USE CONTEXT ON THIS PAGE TO KNOW WHAT A CREEK IS?

Okay, the page made no sense. We muddled through (there’s a note going back to school with that sheet if I ever get around to writing it) and then he had to log his reading time and finally he was able to brush his teeth and get to bed. 9:47. His bedtime is also 8:30. Bah.

I was eating my dinner while I Spencer read and did homework and dude, eating at 8:45pm is not my sweet spot. I ate a Babybel cheese wheel directly after dinner and glared at my water bottle for not being filled with alcohol but I did it. All day, barely under my calorie allotment. I didn’t get my abs workout done (sorry Ryan Gosling) but I just couldn’t. I took a shower because I really truly needed to shave my legs but I had an anxiety attack in the shower that I did not see coming so the shower took longer due to all the focusing on breathing. Blow dried my hair. Forgot to put my moisturizing cream on but really I hate my current night cream. It’s burny.

I contemplate sending a baseball team email because we are having a practice game Friday and need to collect ump fees but it doesn’t get done. I complain about that blasted reading comprehension page to my friends and feel bad I wasn’t there for them that much today. I take half a med tablet for my anxiety and climb into bed with the rest of my night meds on the nightstand. I can’t get my work done. I’m just too darn tired.

There’s a lot that gets done behind the scenes – my husband always gets upset at these things because it doesn’t take into account how much he does, and he does a lot. He made lunches and got everyone dressed, fed and out the door this morning, he worked a full day and was still working when I got home from the dr apt. He dealt with his half of the baseball crazy and got S home afterward. My path is full steam ahead when there’s a lot on my plate so I end up overcompensating. I know that. I know that he would have done more if I would have sat myself down. I don’t really know how to do that very often.

So I get into bed and lo – a Xanax pill rolls out from beneath my covers. Apparently I did not take my meds the previous night and that is why I slept so very poorly. I thought I had taken it, I almost remember taking it and therefore I wouldn’t take anymore even though it was so very bad. But good news! Now we can rule out psychosomatic sleep disorder, I’d think. I officially pop the rest of my sleep meds, wait for them to kick in, type up this post and decide it is time for lights out, although I think C is having a dream because his foot keeps shaking the footboard of the bed. That’s gonna be fun. Let’s just hope my meds keep me out all night.

Signing off, 11:14pm.