7:00 wake up and feed baby D. G goes to his desk.
7:15-8:00 get A up; A eats a bowl of cereal while I eat oatmeal and D hangs out with us in her new booster seat with the tray. G comes in at some point, eats breakfast, and starts decaf coffee for me. He disappears. I feed D mashed banana, which she rejects, and try rice cereal, which she also rejects. She's not a fan of solids yet. A dances around, trying to help feed D, driving me crazy. I clean up the breakfast mess. Coffee has now finished perking so I drink a cup and relax a few minutes while reading the news (ahem, in interest of full disclosure, also Facebook) on my phone.
8:00-9:00 put D down for her nap. Start a pot of coffee for G. Exercise (burpees, high knees, jumping jacks, push-ups, wall sit and repeat) during and after which G proceeds to critique my form and demonstrate the correct form. Slightly irritated. A watches and mimics me. She was helpful earlier and brought me my running shoes and weights - she knows my routine. D wakes up after 30 minutes and I begin to seethe in frustration at her short nap, which sends me into a foul mood.
9:00-10:00 After leaving D in bed to fall back asleep (she doesn't), get her up, feed and change her. Play with A and her play-doh while G showers. Then I shower. We discuss taking the living room rug to get cleaned because the previous night, D was on the floor playing and had a big diaper blowout and stained the rug. A big stain. The rug needs a good cleaning, anyway. D fusses and rubs eyes so I put her down at 10am or so. She starts screaming bloody murder which shreds my nerves. I'm furious because D never used to scream when being put down and now it's almost daily occurrence lately. Where's my easy baby?
10:00-10:30 I snap. Yes, I snap. I'm tired and already feeling pressure from language and work. I rant and growl about D's bad naps and her new screaming fits at being put down. My foul mood then turns G's mood foul also. We have a heated discussion. He's frustrated with my frequent frustration with D's chronic short naps. Not quite an argument or a fight. No yelling, just venting. He reminds me D may still be jet lagging and she is teething, too. And did I have my quiet time in the Word today? No, G, I haven't, my morning has been a blur. Why don't I do it now? Because I'm in no mood to do even though I know that's exactly when I should do it. How am I going to have it with two girls around and no one to help? Just go to your language lesson already, G. I pick up D to calm her down.
10:30-12:00 G leaves. I immediately gain self-control. Interestingly enough, I rarely have these rants and fits of frustration when I am alone. It's because I know I'm the only one who has to keep it together and when there is someone else around who can hold it together for me, I then will give vent to my frustration. I put D in the swing. Then A and I eat lunch. D naps nearly an hour. Get her up, feed her, change her.
12:00-12:30 It's sunny so we decide to go to the park. It takes nearly 20 minutes to get D bundled up and A into her jacket and snow boots, my diaper bag ready, and myself bundled up. G comes home from language in the meantime and brings in our doorman. The doorman goes to our kitchen sink and uses the faucet to explain that the water will be turned off. I'm glad laundry from the trip is mostly caught up and dishes are clean.
12:45-3:15 The girls and I go to the park. Two kids strapped into car seats and stroller in the trunk. My first time driving alone with TWO kids. My first time to the park by myself with two kids. When we arrive, it's time for D's nap again and I figure I will push her in the stroller until she falls asleep, but I freeze when I realize I need to supervise A, also. She's asking me to play with her but I have to push D to sleep in the stroller. She understands and happily plays by herself, not very interested in other kids today. Push the stroller and keep an eye on my big kid. I do figure eights next to the playground. D falls asleep. Victory. I enjoy the wintry sunshine and my nerves are restored.
3:15 - 7:00 Arrive home. It's a blur of activities - put D down for nap, paint with A, get D up and fed, play with D, snacktime for A, ticklefests with both girls, pick up the living room which isn't really messy, G hauls off the rug to the cleaners, discussion about dinner with G, A spills the water for her paint onto her toddler table and down the wall and cleanup ensues, on the computer briefly and sporadically for some research which turns into plain ol' browsing for half hour (i.e., wasting of time), play with A some more, watch A try to skate in her roller skates on our hardwood floor, etc. G cooks dinner (my love!), D down again for a nap and then up again, I feed D and then we eat with D hanging out with us in her chair. D shakes her head at us and we shake ours at her. It's a new fun thing for D.
7:00-7:30 No baths because the water is turned off. D goes to bed. A goes to bed soon after D but her bed breaks. Yes, her bed breaks. It's lopsided with the mattress sliding to the floor. It is broken beyond repair. My reaction: Oh. Well, it's time to buy a new bed. I don't really care. We pull the mattress onto the floor and put A to bed on that. She thinks it's fun. Discover that the water is turned back on so dinner dishes get washed and the kitchen is clean. Water turns off 30 minutes later.
7:30 - 9:30 Write this post while looking at bunk beds, daybeds, twin beds, trundle beds, etc. online. I need to work on language homework but we need to take care of the bed issue. G and I discuss about what bed to buy in the light of the girls sharing a room when D gets bigger. Looks like a trip to Ikea is on the agenda for this week. Unexpected changes of plans are always happening.
And now, post this to the blog. Work on language next. Unmotivated.
Just a boring day.
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