I have been meaning to do a post like this since my daughter was 6 months old, but I am just now getting around to it.
And, of course, when I finally pick a day to write about and add in the hassle of taking pictures all day long, it turns out to be the most insane day I’ve had in a while.
I wake up at 6am, do some dry brushing and few sun salutations and then get down to computer work.
Penelope wakes at 8am. She calls out for me and I go upstairs to get her. I bring her back to my bed and we cuddle and nurse for 30 minutes. Most of this time I spend dozing. This is my favorite time of day.
When she has had enough, she says, “Goodbye Nuh-nuhs,” and asks to watch her cartoon du joir. Right now it’s Diego and random home videos of Shamu Sea World shows on YouTube.
As we walk by the back door on the way to the couch to watch tv, she tells me that we need to feed the birds. She is right, our feeder was empty. More about birds later in the post.
I get her settled on the couch watching her cartoons.
While she watches TV, I start a load of laundry and work out for 20 minutes. This is a picture of me doing squats.
Then I make the bed and clean up after my husband. Then I have an argument with him about how sick I am of having to pick up his clothes and shoes and why the hell can’t he put his shoes in the shoe bin and his dirty clothes in the effing hamper!
I do the dishes, my husband’s chore which I end up doing 90% of the time. What ever happened to fair and equal division of labor? Gah! And then I make breakfast: scrambled eggs and bacon.
I eat breakfast with Penelope and then while she finishes up the next episode of Diego, I answer a few more emails. And then I have a few more minutes to finish my closet reorganization that I have been working on the last few days. I have done it in stages and done a little bit, here and there.
Then we take a shower and start to get ready for our day. At this point, I am feeling pretty bad ass. It isn’t even 10a and I have accomplished a lot. I figured there was time for some nail polish for both me and Penelope. After our nails are painted, I was really high on the horse. All this and manicures! Oh yeah! I am super mom!
And then this happens.
Hot pink nail polish all over my very white bathroom.
Which, for whatever reason, made Penelope really upset. She might have been traumatized from yesterday’s craziness when a bird flew into our house, I screamed bloody murder and put her in our bedroom and shut the door because I was afraid it was doing to poop on her or peck her eyes out. I can’t even tell you how scared I was. Which scared Penelope. Then while the bird is flying around trying to find the open door. My crazy dog (who can seriously jump 7 feet high) jumped up and killed the bird. And then I really lost my shit. Screamed at the top of my lungs and totally unraveled. I had to have a neighbor come and deal with the bird. I just couldn’t even do it.
Anyhoo, she asked for nuh-nuhs on the bed. I know she is really upset when she asks to nurse in the bed where she can really cuddle and get the most comfort. We spend about 20 minutes there.
I spend the next 30 minutes scrubbing down my bathroom with nail polish remover trying to get it out. And, oh yeah, our house went on the market this very morning. So later when the realtor called to ask if he could show the house, I say, “Um, sorry but I have a hot-pink-nail-polish-white-bathroom-situation happening, and I will call you when it’s under control.”
We finally make it out of the house right before noon. I have to run to Target to return a swimsuit. On the way, I call a client. I know, I know, I shouldn’t drive and talk on my cell.
I decide that this day needs some Chick-fil=A, which happens to be right next door to Target, to get it back on track. I did not take a picture of this because I debated on telling you at all. But, I am human. I am all about Real Food and natural, but, dang it, sometimes you just need some Chick-fil=A to make you feel better.
Then we head to a friend’s house for a play date. That was a really nice part of our day.
Then we head home for a nap and Penelope went down without a fight. As I nursed her to sleep, I read Fifty Shades of Grey on my Kindle.
Side note, if you are nursing. BUY A KINDLE! Seriously. Why did I not get one sooner? Why am I never an early adopter? It is so nice to have something to do other than make a mental to do list while nursing (after the obligatory oohing and awwing about how wonderful it is to nurse my daughter and how cute she is when she nurses, of course).
When I come out of her room, I notice the door to my garage is open and realize my dog is gone. I didn’t shut the door all the way and he nudged it open. So instead of sitting down on the computer to bust out work like I hoped, I spend the next 30 minutes calling for him. He. is. such. a. punk.
I manage to get some work done and even more laundry after chasing my damn dog.
Penelope takes a great nap. When she wakes up, she wants to nurse again. More Mr. Grey and Miss Steele for me.
Then it’s time for a snack and to get ready for dance class. I realize I can’t find my phone anywhere. I dump my purse out onto the floor to try to find it in the never-ending black hole that sometimes is my bag. (Clearly, I took this picture after I found my phone.)
I retrace my steps and discover that I have thrown it in the trash. I then have to clean off my phone which is now covered in the sludge and slime from the bottom of my outdoor trash bin.
Penelope plays with paint chips while I round up everything for dance class.
We get to dance class and we are both excited as it’s our favorite part of the week. I love her teacher, all the little girls, and all the dance mommies. We all live in the same neighborhood and have become a group of friends = it’s been such a wonderful year.
And then Penelope busts her lip open. She got too excited and spun too much and ate it. Blood, tears, the whole nine yards. It was painful to watch, especially since she fell due to the joy and exuberance of dancing. She loves nothing more than this dance class. But she is champ and got right back up and finished class.
After dance class, we have a sitter come play with Penelope. Penelope adores her. I had planned to use the sitter time to get work done, but I was all, “F that, we are getting dinner and drinks, let’s go.”
My husband and I have a nice dinner despite a heated argument about adoption. My husband and I argue about everything. No decision is easy for us. We are both very stubborn and neither of us like anyone telling us what to do.
Then we came home and I put Penelope to bed. I had two glasses of wine at dinner and have been immersed Fifty Shades of Grey for the last week, so me and the hubs had some *ahem* special time. We fight like cats and dogs, but we make up well.
Then it was back to work for me. I work until about midnight or later each night.
Here’s to a less crazy day tomorrow! What is a normal day like for you?