In my last post I neatly listed a set of goals that I try to
accomplish each day in my quest to “juggle it all”. I may have also mentioned that I don’t always
meet those goals – but I think I came across as generally having it
together. Just in case anyone is worried
about living up to the high standards I seem to be meeting regularly here in my
domestic paradise, I thought I’d share a little bit about today.
7 AM: Partner wakes up and gets ready to go to work. I am pregnancy-style EXHAUSTED and stay in
bed while she not only gets herself ready for the day but takes the lead on
getting our toddler dressed and giving him breakfast.
8:30 AM: Partner leaves and I peel myself out of bed. I’m wearing a bathrobe as I help my toddler
use the potty and then set him up with crayons so that I can check my email and
work on the post for this series (I’d begun drafting something about making
healthy meals from scratch a couple days ago).
Instead I buy a diaper bag we can’t really afford online. Toddler is getting his second year molars and
is moody, so peaceful coloring quickly devolves into throwing things around the
room and shrieking.
11 AM: After some calming and cuddling of the toddler, I
open the fridge to figure out what to do for lunch. Thank goodness for leftovers. I heat up some zucchini-corn chowder and a
quinoa patty for him – and don’t argue about the amount of ketchup he insists
on dumping on the patty.
NOON: Wipe down kid, potty again, new diaper and put him
down for a nap at 12:30. He does not
fall asleep without a fight. A long,
drawn out fight that leaves me wishing I could take a nap myself.
1:30 PM: Toddler is finally asleep. I settle in hoping to finally get some
writing done. I am still wearing my
bathrobe, when I remember I have a midwife appointment this afternoon – oops. I jump in the shower and finish getting
dressed just as my cranky boy is waking up (I swear these naps are getting
shorter and shorter).
3:00 PM: I am getting the toddler dressed and pottied as my
partner arrives home (of course she didn’t forget about our appointment). She finishes wrangling the kid while I
scramble looking for my pregnancy binder and gathering my diaper bag, keys, and
4:00 PM: Midwife appointment. Baby looks great, I’m feeling healthy,
glucose test coming up next month – no major news or worries. My partner entertains our toddler during the
appointment so that I can give the midwife my full attention.
5:00 PM: We are on our way back home and I don’t have a plan
for dinner. We swing by and grab a pizza
on our way (It’s a vegetable now, right?).
7:00 PM: Pizza has been eaten and my partner gives the
toddler his bath and gets him ready for bed as I stare blankly at the post that
is due today.
8:00 PM: Attempt to put toddler to bed – complete teething
meltdown. Crying, screaming, the
works. We give him some Tylenol and do
our best to comfort him. He finally
falls asleep at 9:45 pm.
10:00 PM: I am looking at a midnight deadline for this post
I haven’t been able to write – and I’m not feeling very juggle-it-all-y. My living room looks like a tornado hit it,
and I can’t think of a single thing I accomplished today.
My hubby has been out of town for three days, and I though I would get sooo much done. I have played games with Ela, took her out for ice cream, watched a Disney marathon, had a massage, and tonight we're going to a fish fry after church. Maybe my house is a mess, but my little girl is happy, and isn't that what life should be about?