This was my day today:
5 a.m. Alarm goes off. I curse alarm and when Mike says, “Why
is your alarm going off at 5?” I say “Hell if I know,” and hit the off switch,
readjust my boob so Dude can latch back on and fall asleep wondering ‘Why did I set my alarm for 5?’
6 a.m. Alarm goes off. Again. And suddenly I remember that I
have to leave early for William’s doc appointment this morning. Hence the 5
a.m. wake up call. I hit snooze again, readjust boob again, realize Dude is
waking for the day, text Mike to come get him and lay in bed in a half
awake/half asleep daze trying to will my body up to start the day.
6:40 a.m. Get up and start rushing around like a crazy
person. Pump the left boob since it was neglected all night, get coffee, take a
shower, make lunches, fix hair, eat breakfast, remind Mike that he can’t leave
for work yet because he has to take Oli to school because I have to take
William to the doc, fix my hair, put on work
clothes, say prayers with family, throw baby in the car with no pants on (The
baby, not me. I had pants on.) despite the 55 degree weather, and take off for
the doc’s office.
8:18 a.m. Arrive at doc’s office for 8:20 appointment.
Score! I’m EARLY for once! Answer 5,000 questions about Dude’s development.
Yes, he grabs things. No, he doesn’t have Wobble Head anymore. Yes, he’s
already learning Mandarin. No, we never eat GMO’s. Whatever. “How’s the ‘sleep
thing’ going?” the doc asks. Maniacal laughter from me. No further sleep
questions from her. Dude has another
ear infection. Tell me something I didn’t already know. Can I have my own
script pad please?
9:34 a.m. Back in car. 9:34?!?!?!? Shit.
10:02 a.m. Drop Dude off at daycare. Pray like a mad woman
that he doesn’t spike a fever because of the damn vaccination he got.
10:17 a.m. Arrive to work. Slide into desk while boss’s back
is turned and hope he hasn’t realized that I just now got there. Breeze through a dozen e-mails before 10:30
meeting.
Work, work, work, work, work…pee…work, work, work, work,
work…shovel food in face and call it ‘lunch’…work, work, work...and off to my
real job again.
6:22 p.m. Pick up Dude from daycare. Head to Costco. Really,
it had to be done.
6:34 p.m. Hoof it into Costco all mall-walker style. Load
the cart with a year’s supply of chicken, diapers, beer, tilapia, cheese
sticks, and applesauce all while dangling plastic keys in Dude’s face to keep
him from clawing at my sweater (Yes, my kid has on no pants and I’m in a
sweater.) and, ooh is that a pack of black bean and rice burritos? Will I eat
57 burritos before they go bad? No. Moving on.
7:07 p.m. Check out of Costco, manage to pack a moving truck’s
worth of goods into my trunk, and head home.
7:18 p.m. Pull up at Circus Headquarters, unload all
groceries, change clothes, convince Olivia that we will read her new book
tonight at bedtime while I change out of work clothes as Mike finishes warming
up dinner and mashing up an avocado for Dude, sit down, wolf down dinner while
doing a short debrief on our days. It goes something like this:
“I finished the yard.”
“What yard?”
“Our
yard.”
“Oh, awesome. How was work?”
“Awesome. How was your work?"
"Awesome. People cried.”
“Great.”
“Great.”
7:47 p.m. While Mike gets the kids in the bath, I jet off to
Kroger to pick up the ear infection prescription. Run in, go through this ‘Who’s
on first’ routine with the pharmacist about who my prescription drug coverage
is through, try to explain very patiently to him that I never did receive a
prescription drug card, call Mike to confirm this only to be told that the card
is right there in the benefits folder, get that sorted out and get pharmacist
opinion about a probiotic for an 8 month old since the antibiotic is going to
tear up his stomach.
And here’s where I kind of lose track of time,
Get home, give Dude medicine, kiss him goodnight as Mike
takes him to bed, finish washing up dinner dishes and lunch containers and baby
bottles as Olivia runs circles in the kitchen and reminds me of my promise to
practice her new book. I tell her to read it to me while I wash and she kind of
tries but really just stops at every word to inform me that she doesn’t know
the word. Mike finishes with William and takes her to her room to read as I
finish all of the laundry from this weekend and finish cleaning up the kitchen.
I go to tuck her in finally and she asks me to sing a song. I say no at first
but then agree to one song all the while thinking about how tired I am and how
I’d love to just go to bed but then what’s the point since William will be up in
about 2 hours anyway and then 3-4 more times during the night.
I get Oli tucked in and come to my room to get ready for bed
and to enjoy ONE moment of quiet but I turn around and there’s my sweet girl
jumping into my bed begging to “snuggle” with me and promising not to be a
distraction but asking a question every 35 seconds. So I tell her to go to bed
because it’s late and she does but then comes back like 20 minutes later to
tell me how much she was crying and can she *PLEASE* lay down with me and then
she smacks her hip into the bedside table and starts sobbing so after verifying
there’s no broken bone or blood, I tell her to go to bed for real this time and
I can hear her sobbing in her room as I type out this crazy-busy,
run-of-the-mill day.
And as I finish typing all of this up, I look back on this
day and think, “Holy freaking SHIT. I’m exhausted.”
My nobler self likes to think that by working and
co-managing this circus, I’m teaching my daughter that you can be a wife and a
woman and have a career too and be really good at all of it.
My realistic self wonders if what I’m actually teaching her
is that if you are a wife and a mom and a career woman, you will be exhausted
all of the time and run around each day like a rip roaring lunatic.
And y’all, my kids aren’t even really INTO stuff yet. This actually wasn't even that crazy of a day. It wasn't that far outside of normal. I
mean, what the mother crap are we gonna do when they have homework and after
school activities and sports?
Hire a personal assistant? Hope and pray science has
mastered cloning? I have no idea.
And by the way, did we notice that not once today did I
actually SIT DOWN AND ENJOY MY KIDS?? I mean, I got tiny flecks of enjoyment
during the limited time I spent with them but when my daughter was asking me to
read her a book or sing her a song all I could think about was the 1 bazillion
things that need to be done to keep this household running.
Should we even talk about the fact that my day was survived with
the help of an incredibly supportive partner? I mean, you single mama’s out
there—WHOA. You are real, live, freaking Super Women
To be honest, I’m not even sure what the point of this post
is except to say that life is just BUSY. And I suspect there are some of you
out there who feel the same way today and I’m not even sure it has anything to
do with being a working mom although that may be some of it.
I think it just has to do with being a MOM. This job is
busy, hectic, crazy, non-stop, IN-FREAKING-SANE. There are days like today
where at the end I just think “No way in hell can I do that all over again
tomorrow.” But I will. And so will you. We’re in this together, ladies.
There will be a day when we look back and think “Wow. I can’t
believe I survived that craziness.” I don’t know how we’ll do it or how much
wine will be consumed in the process. Thankfully, Costco sells that too.