So I love posts like these, and I decided to get in gear and do one myself. I took pictures of every little thing, albeit iPhone pictures, Then my phone died. So y'all are stuck with a bunch pictures of my kids for about half the day.
Morgan was out of town for work, so I was riding solo when Miss Priss had a nightmare at 5 AM and couldn't get back to sleep. I finally put her in bed with me, and was kicked for about an hour. Deeds was fed in bed too during this period. Finally at about 6:30 I succumbed to her repeated requests, and got our of bed.
While Daniel Tiger is on, I throw on some clothes, and stumble through some hair and makeup.
My five minute face- I read something about Wet 'n' Wild having the BEST eyeshadow, and it is true! This stuff stays on so much better than my expensive kinds. Magic. Gel blush is the only think that allows me to look awake these days. Also, BB cream, eyeliner and mascara. Done and done.
With my new do, I run some anti-frizz through my hair then give it a quick shake.
Post shake, it's quite fluffy. Don't worry, it falls down.
DH has a tantrum because it's 7:15 in the morning and I won't let her do sidewalk chalk inside. I am a cruel and inhumane being.
Dell Harper helps wake up her little brother.
Miss Priss has been doing yoga in school, so I bought a book for toddler yoga as a fun thing for us to do. This is what happens.
After that warm up, a sweet little babysitter from up the street comes over to hang with Deeds while he snoozes, and Miss Priss and I head to Jazzercise at a church about a quarter of a mile away. She plays with her friends in the nursery and I burn a ton of calories while doing exercise that involves "sexy walking". It's amazing.
I feed Deeds and read books to DH upon our return, then we have a little snack. She requests "strawberries and that cheese (pointing at goat cheese)". My child has sophisticated taste apparently, and the combo is delicious.
I change her clothes, and we head outside for me to work on my containers. This child who has asked to go outside every day this winter decides that she does not like outside. It's too windy, apparently. That slight cool breeze- it's a killer.
It's time for lunch and my exhaustive photographic documentation of the day begins to falter as this was a total disaster. Deeds is blissfully napping in his swing, and I sit Miss Priss down for a bowl of the chicken spinach orzo that she wolfed down the night before. I selflessly gave her the leftovers while I make myself and turkey-cucumber sandwich with a cup of creamy asparagus soup (recipe to follow this week). She wants soup, too. I get her a little bowl of soup. Due to the fact that she won't sit right in her booster, she gets soup everywhere. Temper tantrum that we'd been warding off the last hour ensues. Naptime commences immediately (a bit earlier than normal due to the 5 AM post-nightmare wakeup).
Deeds wakes up to eat and play as soon as I get her down.
When Deeds takes his nap, I have about an hour to hour and a half of child free time. I tackle my desk. It looks like this.
Deeds wakes up and we head outside for quality quilt time outside, as he cannot whine that he wants to be "in my house, mommy! No outside! Too windy!". Two years old is requiring lots of deep breathing on my part, by the way.
Mom helps me load everyone up and we hit up the playground as promised. Morgan meets us at dinner (phone is now dead, so use your imaginations, please). I eat Dell Harper's fried chicken since she is too busy running around with her friends to eat anything other than mandarin oranges (what the cool toddlers eat at Wednesday night supper). Morgan takes Deeds home for bath and bed, while DH heads to the nursery and I go to my young women's bible study. This was our first time trying this with Deeds. My dead cell phone missed a lot of my husband's call and texts re: putting the baby down.
Us girls get home about 7:30, and go straight into teeth brushing, pjs and story time. After DH is down for the count, I clean the kitchen, pick up any remaining toys, run a load of laundry, pack her lunch for school the next day, and prep the next day's breakfast.
Then I will either watch a TV program with Morgan- (I have the energy for sitcoms only these days,) or, more often, take a hot bath, and read.
Then I lay out my clothes for the next day, brush my teeth and fall into bed.
To wake up a couple hours later to begin my night of baby feeding. . . .
Whew. This is a long post of really mundane things. For those of you with limited or normal attention spans- I spend my days cleaning up my children's messes and feeding/eating. Exciting stuff, I know.
We do have a wonderful time though- newborn exhaustion, terrible twos and all. The whining wears me out, but she is such a delight through and through- hilarious and happy unless she is hungry or tired. All of you who know me are shaking your heads in recollection of my own behavior when my blood sugar gets low. It's not pretty. And I'm 32 not 2. ANYWAY, that's my typical day.