10pm last night: Girl Child consents to sleep
3am: Boy decides "I need to be close to you mommy!"
5am: The Battle of the Pillow is lost. I concede defeat. He sleeps on.*
7am: The Girl wakes.
7:01am: The Boy wakes.
7-8am: I lie practically comatose in bed, praying that letting my daughter have "tummy time" on the bed is considered good parenting.
8:15 ish: Get up. Grab robe. Go to kitchen to think about what to eat. Girl child decides she should eat first.
8:45am: finish nursing. Make breakfast.
9am: Beg The Man to escort The Boy to daycare. He already got up, made his breakfast and made his lunch and consents to one more thing, thankfully.
9:05: Girl decides it's time for a nap.
9-10am: Lie in bed with Girl who is growth spurting and teething and cannot (so she thinks) nap alone right now.
10am: Get up. Clean kitchen, still dirty from last night's dinner (see above: Girl Child sleeping hour.)
10:30: dress. Change child. Dress child.
10:45: decide I can in fact make hummus. Five minutes! Tops! Already have roasted garlic even!
10:47: notice Girl child is pooping.
10:50: change Girl Child. Clothes included. Notice she is rashy.
11:00: back in kitchen, Girl child in new clothes. Bum naked to get rid of rash. Where is that tin of chick peas?
11:10: Girl Child pees all over mat to keep chair dry. Get new mat, throw old in wash.
11:15: I know that tin of chick peas is in here somewhere.
11:20: Girl child is starving.
11:45: Finish nursing. Realize that can of chick peas will not suddenly materialize. Diaper child. Head to store.
12 noon: remember I need milk. And apples. And some more chocolate won't help. Oh, and an extra lemon ...
12:30: arrive home. Prepare to make hummus.
12:35: Girl child is tired. Wishes for nap.
--1:00pm: Lie again with Girl Child.
1:10pm: Get up. Hummus! Realize that roasted garlic smells a little funny. Decide to roast new garlic. Pop new garlic in toaster oven.
1:15: Girl poops. Again.
1:20: still rashy, so try naked bum time again.
1:21: Girl pees everywhere. Change mat again.
1:25: Hurriedly throw chick peas, lemon, tahini and olive oil into blender. Garlic is not done but if I don't seize the second, this will never happen.
1:30: Girl is hungry again.
2pm: Finish nursing. Lay child on couch. Type frantically into blog screen
2:01: Girl has lost patience. And is probably peeing on something. And garlic is done.
... and while I'd like to show you an actual day, that's all the time we have today for blogging! After this I'll likely empty the dishwasher. Finish the hummus. Pick up my son. Play with my son. Make / heat dinner. Feed and nap the baby once or even twice more. Do bedtime routine with my son. Attempt to persuade the baby the sleep. And then ... well, by then I'll probably be out like a light about five minutes later.
I hope.
* Yes, I co-sleep with my child(ren). Yes it's likely the cause of my tiredness. But yes I am happy with my decision. Thank you for any concern.
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