Someone made a comment today that I honestly never expected to hear come out of the mouth of a sane person: “I always wondered what stay-at-home moms do all day. Like, why wouldn’t the house always be clean? Why is there so much running around to do? Because I run my own business, raise my kids, AND take care of my house.”
I was pretty floored and couldn’t even find a response because, honestly, sometimes I feel the same way about my life, my time. Where does it all go?? So just for fun, here’s a play-by-play of what I did today.
- 6 a.m. Awoke to find a preschooler (Big E) in my room after he had a bad dream. Brought him into bed and rubbed his back so he could relax and (I hoped in vain) go back to sleep.
- 7 a.m. Helped Big E blow his nose, listened to a recap of said bad dream. It involved bullets and “a house that was probably nicer than ours, because it had much more things in it.” Captivating.
- 7:15 a.m. Got up and dressed. Made breakfast for Big E and Husband. Prepped breakfast for toddler (now stirring) and me. Made lunch for husband. Did dishes. Put on makeup.
- 8:15 a.m. Went to get toddler (Baby G) out of bed. “Hurt tummy… hurt tummy.” Realized there was vomit in the bed. Changed Baby G quickly. Stood him up on changing table.
- 8:30 a.m. Got vomited on. Cleaned (very upset) toddler, self, floor. Changed clothes.
- 9 a.m. Breakfast. Went over today’s to-do list while eating. Filled diaper bag with extra diapers, change of clothes, and just-in-case towels.
- 9:45 a.m. Left for my chiropractor appointment. Prayed for vomit-free day.
- 10:30 a.m. Yay, me time! Electronic acupuncture is almost exactly the same thing as getting a massage.
- 11:15 a.m. Hit Hobby Lobby to pick up a few supplies for G’s birthday party. I am not crafty, so this takes me at least 3x longer than it should since I don’t know where to find the items I seek.
- 11:45 a.m. Stood in line at the post office to return a package sent to me in error.
- 12:05 p.m. Shopped for gifts for Operation Christmas Child.
- 12:45 p.m. Quick lunch for G. I’m not hungry, but he was starving to death exactly fourteen minutes after finishing his breakfast.
- 1:10 p.m. Arrived at pediatrician’s office, only to find that G’s asthma appt is in the OTHER office. Drove across town. Quickly.
- 1:35 p.m. Arrived, out of breath, at G’s doctor. Lifted him out of his car seat to find him soaked through his diaper. Changed diaper quickly in waiting room.
- 1:50 p.m. Snuggled G through the torture that is testing of blood oxygen levels (you know, when they put that little clip gently on your index finger for three seconds). Got a preventative plan worked out for the rough winter months. Changed an incredibly disgusting diaper on the table after our pediatrician left the exam room.
- 2:35 p.m. Drove through CVS to pick up a new inhaler.
- 2:50 p.m. Realized date night restaurant is not actually open tonight. Scrambled to make new plans.
- 3:00 p.m. FINALLY nursed G and put him down for a nap (naptime is 1:30).
- 3:25 p.m. Started a load of diapers, including the one from the pediatrician’s office. The smell is still permeating my house. My diffuser is in sleeping G’s room. Must. Find. Candle.
- 3:40 p.m. Sat down to lunch.
- 4 p.m. Decided today’s events warranted a blog post — plus, that lets me sit down for a bit and catch my breath.
- 4:02 p.m. But not before I switch out the laundry.
I wouldn’t change what I do for the world, and I’m not even whining about this crazy day. Baby G was so good for me, and I got a lot accomplished. But before you start thinking that maybe your stay-at-home mom friend should really be more on top of things… think twice. Everything I do, I do with a kid (or kids) in tow. It’s awesome being with them, and they learn so much from the day-to-day things we do together — from math at the grocery store to proper etiquette in social situations to the fact that not everything can always be about them. But it’s exhausting. Supremely rewarding and utterly exhausting.
- 4:33 p.m. Finish this morning’s coffee.