One day each year, I keep my camera with me and document what happens throughout the day. I do this because it’s not the big events, but the minutiae, the everyday, ordinary, workaday things that really make a life. It’s fun to look back on these posts and see how the children’s appearance and interests have changed. Interestingly enough, even with another child, my routine seems to change very little.
My day always begins with DJ. On this particular morning, he was up bright and early at 6:45, but after a diaper change and nursing, he went back to sleep. At 7:15, I woke a sleepy Bee, and helped her pick out clothes. While she dressed and brushed her hair, I made coffee and ate a bowl of cereal, while checking blog comments and e-mails.
I got Bee some cereal and juice, and sat down at the table with her. We talked about inventions because she’s learning about famous inventors in school, and the inventor of earmuffs was a kid, so she’s very interested in inventing something herself. She rounded up her stuff and packed her backpack, and I looked over the weekly work schedule in my HMG, so I could see what I was supposed to be doing that day (I used to know this without looking, but my new mommy brain is so tired that I usually don’t even know what day it is).
I watched out the window to make sure that Bee got on the bus safely. Then I got out my recipe file, and surveyed the fridge contents so I could choose a supper menu. We had leftover roast chicken, and half a head of cabbage to use up, so I decided on Stir-Fried Chicken and Noodles. Once this monumental decision was made, I went downstairs to start some laundry.
Before heading upstairs, I stopped in my husband’s office to say hello, and plant a little kiss on the back of his neck.
I went back upstairs to check on Cakes, who was still sawing logs. I got dressed, washed my face, and brushed my hair and teeth. Friday is my errand day, so I decided to finish the deskwork that I started the day before, but didn’t finish. With three children underfoot, it seems to take forever to finish anything.
I filed the week’s papers,
I got her dressed and groomed, and made her some cinnamon toast. I drank another half cup of coffee, while chatting with Cakes about why she was such a cranky-pants. She said that her “face was tired.”
While Cakes watched Sesame Street, I put up a very quick blog post (mostly pictures), and then gathered laundry from all the bedrooms, and carried it downstairs. I also cleaned the kids’ oh-so-70s bathroom.
Cakes decided to go outside in our fenced backyard to play,
and of course Pumpkin had to go along. I swear, he is a dog in a cat’s body. He must be included in everything, and if the kids come in and leave him outside alone, he sits at the door and howls like a fat, orange baby.
At about 9:45, DJ woke up.
I changed and dressed him for the day, and he nursed while I watched Tyler Florence stuff a chicken on the Food Network (when did Tyler’s neck get so fat? It’s somewhat alarming. Also, don’t you get the impression that he’s the kind of guy who is just really in love with himself, and is probably a total creep?)
Cakes came to the door bearing a dandelion bouquet.
Cakes came in to watch Max & Ruby, while I swept the girls’ junk into a pile, and did a quick vacuum in their room. I also weeded out some outgrown clothes from their closet, while talking and singing to DJ, and stopping periodically to blow raspberries on his tummy, or pretend to nibble his chubby bare feet.
At 11:00 he started to get fussy, so I nursed and soothed him to sleep. My husband was leaving for an appointment, so I kissed him goodbye, and then perused the cupboards and fridge for lunch ideas. We had no leftovers to heat up, so Cakes and I decided on string cheese, grapes, and peanut butter and jelly on whole wheat. It was such a nice day that we took our lunch out to the backyard and had a “paradise.” Pumpkin, who loves all dairy products, came over and started sniffing around, hoping for a piece of cheese.
I grabbed a few more minutes with my Bible, and worked briefly on some eBay auctions.
At 1:30 my husband came home, like a knight in shining armor, just as I was despairing that the kids would sleep past three, and I would have to drag all three of them on errand day. I skipped lightly out to the car, alone, a free woman! I went to the bank, post office, city office, grocery store, and library, and it only took 45 minutes. If I’d had the children with me, it would’ve taken 2 hours.
Shortly after I returned home, Cakes woke up. I gave her a snack, and read her the new library books that I picked up for her. Just as we were finishing the third one, Bee came home from school.
(See the bent fence in the background? We had really severe weather last week, and our neighbor’s trampoline was caught by the wind and landed on top of our fence! We seem to have lots of trouble with neighbors and fences (See The Crap Family Holidays).
Bee did her homework,
and she and Cakes went outside to play with a friend. I loaded and ran the dishwasher, and folded a couple loads of laundry, while watching “Barefoot Contessa” (I might have a slight addiction to the Food Network).
1) She always says to use “good” vanilla, or “good” mayonnaise, as if the average person would say, “Well, this mayonnaise is crap, but I’m going to just slop it in there anyway.” We may not live in the Hamptons, but we do have some standards.
2) She needs to get a handle on that nervous giggle.
3) She always says, “How good is that?” or “How bad can that be?” Very original.
4) Her name is Ina, which always makes me think of “vagina.” I bet the kids at school called her that.
5) Her husband looks like a little gnome, elf, troll or similar.
6) All of her friends appear to be gay men. Am I the only one who finds that odd? Also, just how many gay men are there in the Hamptons?
Anyway. Moving on…
At 4:00 DJ finally woke up. He often takes very long naps in the afternoons. He was very smiley and cheerful (and who wouldn’t be after a 3 1/2 hour nap?)
Stir-fried chicken and noodles is my (much cheaper) version of my favorite combination at Genghis Grill. It’s sweet, a little spicy, and delicious!
After supper and clean-up, the girls went back outside to play, and I took DJ out to sit in the grass and enjoy the soft, spring evening. My husband dismantled and burned a couple of FreeBay items that nobody wanted, so we wouldn’t have to dispose of them.
While we were outside, several people came to pick up CraigsList items.
DJ started to get fussy, so I took him inside and gave him his bath.
I nursed him and put him to bed, and then got the girls inside and into the bathtub. After they got PJs on and teeth brushed, they watched a little bit of “Alvin and the Chipmunks,” and Bee worked on her weaving loom, which she’s slightly obsessed with.
When I tucked the girls into bed, they suddenly remembered 50 terribly important things that they needed to tell me, and by then, I was getting worn out and impatient.
After Cakes finished making up a terribly long and complicated story about this boy at school who was mean to her (she doesn’t even go to school yet), I kissed them goodnight and stepped gratefully into a hot shower. Afterward I practically fell into bed, too tired to even dry my hair. My husband turned to me with a gleam in his eye, but really, is he kidding me? I said as much, and he just laughed and kissed me.
He thinks he’s a comedian.
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