January 6, 2012

A Day In The Life Of...Someone One Else

Namely, my cousin Rhonda. We don't live near each other, and in fact only see each other maybe once or twice a year, so when she sent me this a few days ago I was excited - as a nosy , nosy person - to read what her days are like. 

They sound kind of familiar...

Plus, it seems like I might have received the generous gift of strep throat from my dear husband and have nothing clever to say for myself today, especially since I've spending the morning on the couch, watching Buffy reruns on Netflix and skipping all the parts without Spike in them.

(It's your turn next. Don't think I haven't forgotten.)

(For A Day In The Life, not Spike reruns.)

(You knew what I meant.)

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You asked...

January 2, 2011

My day starts at 4:30 am when my 5 month old wakes up for a little snack. When she was only one month old, she was sleeping 12 hours a night. I knew I was extremely lucky. I was enjoying it. So this new habit of crying for snack twice a night is aggravating. And it’s a phase that’s lasted at least a month. I think her 3 year old brother told her she’s crazy to be sleeping through the night at her age. Unfortunately she listened.

Moving on.... she goes back to sleep and so do I, until I hear her brother in our room at 6:30 am, saying ‘living room?’ in a very high pitched voice which would be adorable if it were not so irritating. As you can tell, I am not a morning person.

Out to the living room we go for another episode of Dora. I can’t believe I watch Dora and Diego. Pre-children, I thought I could avoid those two. Coffee. Thanks for the Tassimo mom-in-law- it’s possibly the best Christmas gift I’ve been given in years! Breakfast time. My 3 year old puts in his custom order each morning. This time it’s mini wheats, four squares, cheerios and yogurt mixed in one bowl, not the blue bowl, the purple one. Another episode of Dora, and I can shower. Get the baby up and changed, and 3 year old changed, and then a friend calls inviting us to her house to play in the fresh snow! Sounds like a great time. I need the fresh air and so do the kids. It’s 8:30 am. Surely we can be at her house at 9:30, right? 

I forgot the baby needs her cereal. What a pain shoveling this stuff into her mouth. It just takes so much time, and her brother acts like an ape around her chair all the while I try to keep her attention. I get the baby’s snow suit on just in time for her to fill her diaper, so I change her. My son wants to go NOW, but won’t help with his boots, coat mitts, hat, etc. At EVERY turn he decides to do something unhelpful. Including hit me with the fishing pole toy. Time out. Hitting me is never allowed - why is he always so surprised when he’s disciplined for it? If I were inconsistent, I could understand, but I’m really not. Maybe I block out parts of my day, and I am inconsistent, just don’t remember it?

We’re pulling out the lane at 9:55am. Unbelieveable. But, we’re all happy to be on our way, and the snow is gorgeous on the ground, and it’s falling so heavily from the air. My son is in such an adorable state of awe and asks if it will also be snowing at his friend’s house (in the same city). Love those moments and questions when you realize their innocence. The play date is a lot of fun and we even get invited for lunch. Awesome. Home for rest which goes exceptionally well and I have a little over an hour with a silent house. I LOVE a silent house.

So I do something really special for myself like banking, laundry, and email my boss about returning to work in April.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful except that my son wanted to go out shoveling with his dad, and my ever-understanding husband took him out with a smile, immediately after coming home from work. Supper was the usual fiasco, but we all got to eat. Bedtime was not too bad, although two eye-spy books take almost 45 minutes to read, so I make a note to myself that when two stories are allowed at bedtime, they cannot both be eye-spy books. I sing ‘you are my sunshine’ to my three year old at bedtime, and for the first time, he sings some of the words with me. I’ve sung this to him since he was a newborn. Melts my heart. Why was I losing my patience with him earlier in the day?

The evening was spent on facebook, sorting hand-me-down clothes, and taking down the Christmas tree. Oh, and there was time for a hot bath. I know I need to go to bed early, but it’s adult time, and I don’t want to! I need my own mother here to force me to bed too! Good night!

Rhonda