Welcome to a fun, exciting day in my life! I chose to document this day because we had nowhere to go, nothing to do, and no scheduled visitors. I have to tell you beforehand that I am the world's worst photographer, and that these pictures were taken on my phone. Enjoy!
6:55 am- I open my eyes and realize that my bladder is about explode. I curse myself for drinking fluids. No one else is awake yet, although my husband should have been long gone by now. Yes, there is no picture here. The glass on the lens would shatter if forced to capture me first thing in the morning.
7:22 am- Husband is late for work, again. I decide to make him a healthy, nutritious breakfast to start his day off right, and give him the energy to go to work and shine! Then it dawns on me....it ain't 1950. Sorry, dude, but you'll just have to stop at Wawa and buy yourself a doughnut like all the other husbands.
7:25 am- Time for my nutritional supplements. I start MY day off right by ingesting the three most important nutrients: caffeine, nicotine and citalopram. I know, I know, I'm a health nut.
7:27 am- I head outside to enjoy the sunrise, or take my nicotine. Either one.
7:35 am- At this point I'm really not sure what to do with myself. It's a rare occurrence that I am awake before the girls. Damn you, bladder! I decide to sit down and work on my blog. For 5 minutes. I hear the baby freaking on the monitor.
7:40 am- Rescue my little princess from her prison. I scoop her up and peek in on Pookie. I perform the breathing test, she passes, so Bitty and I head downstairs for a dry diapy and a bottle. What's the breathing test? It's a little neurotic mommy thing I do, that started when Pookster was a newborn. I just pick a spot on their shirts to stare at, then I watch them breathe for 10 seconds, just to make sure everything is kosher. PS- I haven't even told my husband I do that. Guess the cat is out of the bag now!
8:02 am- The queen is awake, and she is now accepting an audience.
8:03- Time for Mickey Mouse and juice. You know how I feel about Mickey's narcissistic ass.
8:09 am- Is this wrong?
8:42 am- Breakfast time! Peanut butter Cheerios and a banana for Pookie. Baby slop for Bitty. Poor thing.
9:10 am- After breakfast we head upstairs to get dressed, brush teeth and wipe faces. I change Bitty. Pookie picks out her head piece. I decide Pookie and I will stay in our jammies, considering we aren't going anywhere, and that it's better for the environment. Less dirty clothes, less laundry, less energy used, less water wasted. It's all for the environment. Really!
9:55 am- Pookie eats when she's good and ready.
10:15 am- Once again I am behind on my laundry. Story of my life. I hate laundry, it's my archenemy.
10:22 am- While the laundry spins, we play in the basement playroom. Bits is not too thrilled about all these pictures. Guess I should explain her nickname.... She was so tiny when she was born (compared to her sister), that one of the first things I said was, oh, you're such an itty bitty thing. From then on we called her Itty Bitty. Now it's either Bitty or Bits.
Pookie playing in her "color-me playhouse". As you can see, I spent quite a bit of time coloring it. I wasn't annoyed AT ALL when she decided to scribble all over it.
11:35 am- Nappy time for Bits!
11:50 am- During Bitty's first nap of the day, we always spend time together doing something creative. Today it's paint and play doh. You can't tell, but she is painting my shirt. I slept in it, so I really don't care.
Pick me a winner, kid.
12:25 pm- Once my little Picasso finished painting my shirt and the kitchen floor, we decided to sit down, have a drink, and express ourselves through art.
Since I was feeling a little down, I decided to create a masterpiece of my own. Can anyone guess which favorite body part I was sculpting? Note: not to scale
1:35 pm- Bitty is up and Pookie has managed to get tiny little play doh balls all over the house. I figured now would be a great time to eat lunch. Again, slop for Bity, and Pookie gets a PB&J on whole wheat with a cup of unsweetened applesauce, and a vitamin. This her lunch every damn day. She won't eat ANYTHING else. I made Mickey Mouse, see?
2:05- I throw Bitty in her walker for her 30 minutes of required rec time. I also notice my kitchen floor is covered in paint, play doh AND puffs. Commence cleaning mission.
2:10 pm- Break out my weapons of mass destruction.
2:11 pm- Abort cleaning mission. Will resume after optimal blood caffeine levels have been attained.
2:33 pm- Caffeine is consumed, so I decide to start by sweeping all the crap on the floor into a central location. From here I will disperse each item to its proper home (i.e., the trash can). I capture this shot just as my lil pumpkin runs right into the pile and then proceeds to drag everything around. Awesome.
3:01 pm- Dueling vacuums
3:45 pm- Last load of laundry is in the dryer. I give my folded laundry the finger as I shut the door.
3:46 pm- I join the girls on the floor in the basement and we play for about an hour. I make it a point to spend as much time playing with them and reading to them as possible. One day they won't want to play with me anymore. :-(
You will notice here that Pookie isn't wearing pants. Pookie hates pants (and socks), and she will take them off every chance she gets. I try not to take her out in public too much.
4:54 pm- Tubby time!
I love bath time. For one small portion of the day, I have them contained in one area. It's a beautiful thing.
5:34 pm- I manage to get Bitty down for a nap, and Pookie and I plop down on the floor for some TV time. At this point, I have washed and dried 3 loads of laundry, swept, mopped and vacuumed the floors, changed numerous diapers, made breakfast, lunch, and got dinner into the crock pot, emptied and loaded the dishwasher twice, bathed 2 kids, dusted and wiped down the kitchen, not to mention how much actual one-on-one time I spend with my girls, playing, singing, reading and loving. You will also notice that Pookie has not napped yet. I don't get a break. I don't get to sit around and watch Maury all day. Tell me to my face stay-at-home moms don't do anything all day :-)
Pookie loves those Look and Find books!
6:55 pm- If there's anything more annoying than Micky Mouse Clubhouse, it's Caillou
7:35 pm- Bottle and cuddles with Bitty after her nap. If you look closely, you can see my body. That is ALL you're going to see of me. Oh, if you look real close you can see a stain on my shirt. I'm not sure what it is.
8:03 pm- Daddy's home! Yup, this is the time he gets home every night. He did stop and pick up this fish, Snowflake, though. If you read my blog yesterday, you know that he is now in fishie heaven.
8:10- Dinner time! Yes, we eat late as hell. Never fear, they have plenty of snacks throughout the day. It's important to me that we all sit down together as a family, minus Pookie, because my cooking is not up to her standards apparently, and she refuses to eat any dinner other than pizza.
Bitty is wearing a Halloween bib in February. I'm behind on my laundry. Don't judge me.
Tonight's dinner- Crock pot London broil, green beans and rice. I ALWAYS make brown rice, but I desperately need to go food shopping. Again, don't judge me. I took a picture of the London broil cooking in the crock pot, but decided not to post it because it looked like a crime scene photo.
9:10 pm- That's all folks. Time to relax and get these kiddos in bed.
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