Day to Day: My Typical Day
My day is guaranteed to start anywhere from 3am-7:15am. If it’s between 3-4:30am I can pretty much bank on getting everyone back to sleep. Excluding myself, which will suddenly be awake enough to contemplate 10 different action-movie-ninja-super-mom responses to a robber break-in, and have a lengthy debate in my head about what I’m forgetting to remember.
Lily’s up between 6-7am in full go-go mode with a crazy good knack for finding every object in the room she can’t have. I repeat attempts to sleep “just one more minute” until Evelyn triumphantly (aka LOUDLY) barrels into the room at 7:15 when her OK To Wake Owl turns green. I’ll get an adorable 30 seconds of cuddling before the I’m saying words like “share”, “no TV”, “be nice to your sister” and “just one more minute”.
My mornings have recently gotten easier now that Evelyn can dress herself. I decided her “self-expression through style” wasn’t a battle I was going to waste energy fighting. This has resulted in nothing short of amusing displays of clothes. Typically there’s a combination of some article backwards, 1-3 things missing, another out of season, and sometimes multiple layers of the same thing. Yet there is one happy and proud kid under it all.
Since dinner is always a fight, everyone is starving by breakfast so it’s the easiest meal. Despite this, there is still an ample amount of fidgeting, denied requests for TV and popsicles, and half the food ends up on the ground.
Grocery shopping day means 30 minutes just to get coats, clean diapers, and shoes on the kids. Then 1 minute to get myself together, another minute to swig some coffee, and then repeat because someone pooped in their diaper as we were walking out the door.
The grocery store is relatively uneventful. Evelyn insists on riding in the ENORMOUS (aka embarrassing) shopping cart with the car attached, whose squeaky wheel can be heard 4 aisles down. Lily charms fellow customers with smiles, while Evelyn hoards food into the car when I’m not looking, and roars rudely at anyone who comes near. We have to use self-checkout because of the narrowness of other checkout lanes which causes their candybar/gum display’s to be in close proximity to Evelyn’s face.
Lily falls asleep for the last 60 seconds of our car ride home and finds this to be a sufficient morning nap.
I then get an intense exercise session in of my upper arms and quads, by carrying overstuffed cloth grocery bags up a flight of stairs, in as few trips as possible. Evelyn will help me “unpack” the groceries (aka rip open boxes in hope of finding sweets).
I’ll reheat my coffee and MAYBE clean up a dish or two from the morning. I’ll observe toys shrew EVERYWHERE while Lily plays with the spring loaded door stopper and Evelyn peels the paper off of 16 crayons. This MIGHT compel me to pick up some toys, since they’re not being used. After which, their neat order in bins will make the toys suddenly irresistible to both kids and the mess will be reestablished.
Lunch is a lot like cleaning up the toys. Neat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are made only to be taken completely apart and each ingredient may or may not be eaten.
“Nap”time. If we’re talking a typical day here, then typically “nap”time is “quiet” time, which to Evelyn is “loud-but-stay-in-my-room” time. Lily will actually nap, until Evelyn’s “quietness” wakes her up. With both kids contained in their rooms, I reheat my morning coffee and ride the fine line of thinking about being productive, and actually being productive, with the most productivity happening right as I hear Lily waking up on the baby monitor.
After naptime is usually my “crap-I-should-have-been-more-productive-while-they-napped-now-I-better-multitask” time. This results in the repeated redirecting of kids out of major appliances until Dad arrives home and TV is finally allowed. Ahh silence.
Dinner is enjoyed by two people in the family, evenly distributed between hair, shirt, and mouth by one, and boycotted by another.
Playtime of loud shrieking, running, and giggles (aka climbing on Dad).
Then bedtime. (yyyyyeeeesssssssss!)
Lily needs the exact balance of dim lighting, lullaby music, nursing, rocking, and a carefully orchestrated “switch” from nursing in arms, to pacifier in crib. It is a near impossible balance to carry out perfectly, so typically it gets repeated at least 1-3X (and then again every 3-4 hours throughout the night). Evelyn has devised a precise mathematical equation in her head to achieve dream land. 1 sock+5 books tucked next to her pillow+9 stuffed animals+3 blankets(one covering her lion stuffed animal)+2 pillows+1 nightlight. Then her door open just enough to allow more light in so she can get up when we’re gone and add 3 more books+2 toys. We still don’t know how she fits it all into her tiny toddler bed. Typically she’ll stay up a while longer, browsing books, chatting to her animals, using the potty repeatedly, and for extreme adorableness-singing songs.
With both kids in bed, I stubbornly try to pretend I’m not an exhausted parent and can stay up later than my kids. Since I suddenly can’t remember anything I was supposed to do, I pour a glass a wine, get through half, admit I’m an exhausted parent, and catch a nap before Lily’s next feeding.
Repeat. Repeat. With interjections of different toys, activities, places, frustrating moments, adorable acts, hilarious phrases, silly antics, and so much love my heart might burst.
Snapshots of other typical day events….
Hi there! I’m Kaley, prevailing parent and wife, but also just me; stubborn lover of DIY everything, outdoors, and chocolate. Read more about myself and my family under the “Parenting” > “About My Family” tabs.