Erin (a blogger with her own Miles whose work I started reading when we were both using Hypnobabies) just did a Day in the Life post that inspired me to chronicle my own day!
12:38am: Felix wakes up to nurse. I’m stunned to see it’s 12:30 and not 10:30, since this is his first waking since going to bed. I went to bed at 8:30pm, so I’ve already had more sleep than I usually get in a day! Feef nurses for 20 minutes or so and then falls asleep. I decide to carry him back down the hall to his room, since I know I’ll get better sleep on my own.
2:45: Felix is up again. I get him, he nurses, I put him back. I see the lights are still on downstairs, so I holler for Corey to come up to bed from where he’s fallen asleep studying on the couch. He still has 2 more sections of the CPA exam to go, so he still studies…and studies and studies.
5:45: Felix is up for the day. Crying a little, but not as miserable as I might expect. I’m sad to discover I still feel really, really tired despite going to bed at 8:30. I rush to take him downstairs before he wakes up Miles. Being up with one kid in the wee hours is so much easier than being up with both of them.
I make eggs and toast for me and the boys. Miles wakes up before the eggs are done and clambers downstairs. Thursday is trash day, so both kids hear the garbage truck coming and race to the window to see. Felix climbs on top of the gathering drum so he can see out the window. I love looking at their blond heads from the back, faces pressed to the glass as they stare at the damn garbage truck.
7:00: Miles is having his first meltdown of the day. We are out of both soy and almond milk. He is lying on the floor screaming, stiff-limbed. Felix is ignoring him, entertaining himself as he’s always forced to do when Miles’ tantrums become a two-adult situation. For the millionth time, I feel guilt about how much parenting energy we must devote to Miles while leaving Felix to fend for himself. He starts eating bits of things from the floor.
8:00: Miles has not yet agreed to eat anything for breakfast other than cereal, and I’ve given up fighting him over this. I’m instead fighting with him to get dressed and brush his teeth. We need to leave for occupational therapy at 9:20, so 80 minutes seems like the amount of time it will take to get him mobilized. Felix is a disaster–really, really whiny and obviously tired. I have to decide whether to begin the process of coercing him to become asleep or wait for him to fall asleep in the car on the way to OT.
If he’ll nap, that’s awesome because I can pay attention to Miles and we can both get ready for the day calmly. If Felix won’t nap, it will be a disaster because I’ll be angry at wasting 20+ minutes trying and even more rushed to get Miles through his morning and out the door. I decide to attempt the Felix nap.
8:15: Success!! Felix is asleep. I claim bathroom space to shave my legs. What a luxury! It’s been weeks. I notice that Miles has 4 out of 5 needed magnets to earn some screen time, so I reward him for playing independently while I nap Felix (marched him around the room in circles) and ask Miles if he’d like to cash in for some screen time. He and I sit on the couch and veg out for a half hour.
he helps me “stir” the toilet bowl
With less patience than I’d like, I get Miles to help me finish tidying up the house. We’re supposed to have a housekeeper come today! What a treat! We were going to treat ourselves to get ready for Felix’s party and give me one less thing to worry about the days leading up to the half marathon.
9:15: The housekeeper texts that she won’t be showing up…again. 15 out of the last 17 times I tried to pay this woman to clean my house, she has bailed at the last minute, after I’ve worked myself into a lather getting Corey and the kids to help me shovel up the toys and excavate the dishes in the kitchen sink. I’m enraged. Felix is up, which is great because we have to leave in five minutes. Miles decides he has to take a shit.
9:22: Miles is crying because I won’t let him take his cereal bowl into the bathroom with him while he poops. We’re 2 minutes past our departure time to get to OT. He’s not wearing pants or shoes. I’m tense and angry and yelling like a crazy lady.
9:32: Finally on the road. Signal lights are on our side and we actually pull into the parking lot exactly on time. I realize Felix and I can go to the grocery store while Miles is in OT, freeing up some time afterward to dive into the house cleaning I suddenly need to do before 32 people come to my house on Saturday.
10:20: I run into a friend in the parking lot of Aldi as Felix and I are leaving to go get Miles. Seeing her makes my day! Also? I had $50 in cash with me since I thought I was going to have to pay the housekeeper–Aldo only takes cash or debit card and I’d forgotten my debit card. My order totaled $49.74!
look at all the food you can get at Aldi for $49.74!
12:30: The kids and I have been cleaning and munching. I’m making a very conscious effort to try to make cleaning a “game” so Miles will help me, or at least not cry. He’s swiffing and using rags to wipe surfaces while Felix plays in the rice bin on the porch. We’re all grazing on our new Aldi strawberries ($1.49 a pound!!) and having a fine time until Miles starts dumping rice on Felix’s head. Ugh!
I lose my temper and yell at Miles until he cleans it all up. I herd the kids upstairs to begin quiet/nap time.
1:30: Felix has nursed to sleep and I’m reading Miles 2 books. We snuggle in his bed and pretend he is going to take a nap while I go back downstairs to write this blog post. As soon as I sit down, he begins asking if he can come down. He knows quiet time is 1 hour and can read his digital clock, so I ignore him. You’d think he’d tire of asking, “Can I leave yet?” incessantly, but he can keep it up for 60 solid minutes.
some pre-nap wrestling
3:00: We’re back to work cleaning the upstairs now. Miles helps with the bathroom while Felix crawls around and chews on socks.
4:00: We head out back to scrub the picnic tables and water table for Saturday’s birthday party. We wait for Steve, our behavioral specialist, who comes on Thursdays to give strategies to Corey and me. Mostly me, since I am home with Miles most of the time. By this time, I’ve called Corey about 30 times to freak out about finishing everything. Corey assures me he will vacuum the whole house, mow the lawn, and tidy up the back deck before Saturday morning.
I spend the rest of the afternoon trying to decide what Miles will agree to eat for lunch at school the next day while the kids play in the water table. Thanks to all higher powers for warm weather and water tables!
6:00: Corey is home from work and I’m heading out for my last run before the half marathon! All the neighbors are out on porches and I love running past everyone, waving, getting cheered on as I run past. When I get home, the kids are out playing with Corey, walking around visiting other babies on their porches. We eat dinner on the porch (leftovers! Easy!) while friends and neighbors pop over to visit. I love our neighborhood!
I fill with hope that maybe bedtime will go well, that the day will end on this lovely note.
7:00: We begin bedtime. Both the children are crying. Felix stops when I start nursing him. Miles cries until the melatonin kicks in and he’s out by 7:15. For over two hours, Corey and I take ten-twenty-minute turns trying to get Felix to be asleep. We nurse him, march him, pat him, give him private time to freak out, plead with him, beg him, swear and curse at him. Not until 9:16 does he finally close his eyes.
By this time, I am angry and resentful that I can’t have any adult evening time with my husband. That there aren’t 8 hours in a day where both the children are asleep. That I can’t get adequate rest prior to running a half marathon and that my baby is spending the eve of his birthday sobbing inconsolably for 2 hours and 16 minutes. I hate ending the day this way. I go to bed angry and frustrated by 10pm.