There is simply not enough time in the day. Today was one of those days where everything seemed to suddenly catch up to me. J’s on the move, too many deadlines, far too many dirty dishes, the house is a mess, J won’t eat dinner, feeling overwhelmed…man it’s only Thursday? Today I felt like a headless chicken.
It went a little like this: 7:30 arrive at work. Run here, do this. Run there, do that. Oh wait, go back and finish the first thing since you got distracted trying to keep J from eating that spider over there. Wait, what was I just doing? Oh, right. Run back over there. Stop to feed some crackers to J. Try and spend a solid 5-10 minutes on this project while he is content with his crackers. Keep J from pushing the power button on the computer. Give J a wooden spoon and move him to the other part of the office. Work for another 3 minutes before he makes his way across the office back to the computer. Give J a quick snuggle and put him in the pack-n-play. He likes to look out the window there…good I’ll have maybe 10 minutes to get this done. One thing down. It’s now 9 am. Only took me 1 1/2 hours to accomplish one thing (that should have taken 20 minutes) and half accomplish about 1000. Nap time! Nurse J and put down in crib. Close office door and try to type silently so as not to wake J. 9:30 J wakes up. Managed to get 1 more thing accomplished. Snack time, give J a snack and then put him with some toys hoping for another 20 minutes to get to a stopping point. Spend the next 30 minutes working/moving J from under your chair to over with his toys repeatedly. Lunch time, attempt to feed J yogurt (which he refuses to eat) while also trying to remember if you’ve had anything to eat today. Run errands hoping that J will sleep in the car. He doesn’t. Go stop at Wendy’s and then visit Gramma at work for a bit. Go to the post office. J sleeps in car on the way back to work (yay). Spend the next 2 hours at the office trying to accomplish the most possible with the same silly baby distracting you with snuggles all the while. Finally head home. J sleeps in car. Arrive home to far too many dishes in the sink and no food in the fridge. Throw in a frozen pizza while giving your hubby the silent treatment over said dishes. Attempt to get J to eat something for dinner. Manage to distract him enough to get a full yogurt in him. Attempt to eat said pizza with sleepy and fussy baby. Bed time for J. Takes mama and daddy 20 minutes each to finally get J down. Aaaannnnnddd 8pm. With a mere hour before I fall asleep myself.
I think the following apply quite nicely to my day:
Late afternoon =
J’s bedtime =