Tuesday Quotidian

*Note*  When you see what I was doing at 930 last night, you’ll know why this didn’t get posted until this morning

700 – Why, oh why can I not get myself into bed earlier?  Sylvi is yelling from her room and I find that she’s gotten herself stuck, sitting with her legs dangling through the slats… it amazes me that her legs still fit through there… she’s never going to have thigh chub.

830 – Mad dash to the car.  I tried to get Liam to use the potty before we left, but he’s in a mood and wouldn’t cooperate.  Oh well.  At least we have diapers for leaving the house, right?  It takes 15 minutes to get the kids wrangled and into the car so we can leave for MOPs.  I peel out of the driveway only to discover that Kennedy is blocked off with random construction equipment.  Drat.  They are widening the main road that runs parallel to mine… it’s going to be a long summer of detours!

900 – Yay!  My table gets to be in line for brunch first!  I get a hot breakfast twice a month without someone pulling my hair or stealing my carbs.  Sigh… heaven.  Today’s topic is on loneliness.  I’m so grateful that I’m in a different place mentally now, almost 3 years into mothering.  I sat through the whole meeting calmly and didn’t shed a tear.  There are women in my life who need support and love given their unique situations, but it was nice to not feel overwhelmed by the topic.  Yay for progress!

1130 – Geesh.  That road construction is going to be a thorn in my side.  I made the mistake of attempting to drive by to see what exactly is closed; Liam was irate that we didn’t stop.  It’s very hard to explain traffic to a toddler.  Oh well, peanut butter and jelly soothes all disappointments.

1215 – Sylvi in bed for her much needed nap, Liam watching Mighty Machines, I head to clean and do laundry.  I am struck by the realization that I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.  I felt this way last Spring, but I thought it was because I’d just had a baby.  Shoot.  Pollen count is at the highest for today.  Make a note to call my dad and ask what he does for his allergies.  30 years old and now I’m afflicted.

130 – I’ve been trying to get Liam to use the potty since 8am.  He’s been stubbornly dry.  I’m tired and congested and every time I bend over to help him with his unders, my nose runs.  Into a diaper he goes and I settle down to work on a post for the Green Phone Booth.  Liam is supposed to be napping, but I hear him calling me.  Of course.  I close the door and expect him to sleep and he fills his diaper.  We switch gears and I get one of the quiet time baskets I made for him down.

215 – Sylvi is up and grumpy.  Her teeth are attempting to pop through.  All 4 of them.  It’s awesome.

230 – I go to tell Liam he can come out of his room, quiet time is over, but he asks to stay in longer.  Hmmm.  This basket idea could be golden.

330 – We had now made 3 panicked trips to the potty.  No results.  Wonder how long he’ll hold it this time?

400 – Matt calls to tell me he’s on his way home from work.  He plans to continue work on the fence.  I plan to continue following Liam around, waiting for a sign that he needs to pee.

530 – Finally!  There’s pee in the potty!  I’m thrilled, but wary.  I know how much he drank this afternoon… the numbers don’t match.  The pasta is a little overcooked for supper due to my continued Potty Watch.

600 – I made it to Mommy and Me Fitness class a few minutes early!  While I am burning calories, Matt is at home with the kids.  I warned him before I left that Liam would for sure need to pee again.  I was right.  This is why I am the Mama.  Matt was changing Sylvi when Liam came running in and announced he had to use the potty.  Matt didn’t have a diaper back on Sylvi yet, so he took the time to finish diapering and then placed her safely in the living room.  In the meantime, Liam is dancing.  He waits forever to potty and then is too panicked to get his underwear down without help.  Disaster ensued.  Matt was trying to get Liam over the potty when Sylvi came cruising around the corner and slipped in the pee.  Liam was screaming because he was upset about missing the potty and now Sylvi joined in because she had fallen.  Matt put a towel down on the floor, Sylvi crawled over it and slipped again on the otherside.  Liam by now has also slipped in the disaster.  Baths for everyone!  Matt is flustered, but can do nothing but laugh.  I am relieved to have not experienced this, and I laugh hysterically.

730 – I inform Matt that if he wants me to help with the fence, we’d better get on it.  Melissa worked us hard during class and I know that if I sit down, I will not be getting up.  Liam yells “no” at me 13 times…. I hate bedtime on days when Liam doesn’t nap.  Oh wait, 14 nos.  And he’s asleep.  Tomorrow could be a doozy.

930 – I am using the flashlight app on my phone so Matt can see to use the drill to secure the last panel of the fence.  I am so disappointed to realize that 2 hours of work only got us 6 whole panels done.  Oh well.  Progress is progress, right?  And who cares.  I am really hungry.

1000 – I wake up on the couch, bowl of taco soup dangerously close to falling out of my hand, an episode of Arrested Development ending.  Whoa.  I give up and head to bed.  Double whoa.  There is a good possibility I won’t be able to walk in the morning and boy howdy, my abs hurt.  Matt laughs at me and I set the alarm for 6.  I can always type in the morning.

Friday Quotidian

I’ve been thinking about doing a post on our daily life once a month in an effort to make this blog a little more personal and clear up any questions about how I spend my time.  Of course, the day I picked to be documented wasn’t a “normal” day, but that’s why we’ll check in again in a few weeks and see how that day goes!

615: I can hear Sylvi talking to herself.  Drat.  I was hoping to make it to at least 630 today.  I’ll just close my eyes again.

620:  Nope.  Wow this kid is loud.  I go into her room and she’s jumping on the crib mattress in anticipation as I come in.

640:  She unlatches, leans back and squeals at me.   This morning isn’t going to go slowly at all.  I get her dressed and note that I’ve got to make more wipe solution for her diapers.  Then, it’s off to get dressed myself and start the coffee for the day!  I throw a load of diapers in the wash.  I check the weather online and sit down for a few minutes to see what’s on my Blogger reading list.

734: I pull out of the driveway headed to the grocery.  I give myself half an hour.  I’m done and home in 24 minutes.  As I pull into the garage, I realize I forgot eggs.  That would explain why I got done so quickly.

840: Everyone is up and breakfasted now, and the diapers are in for another rinse.  Matt is working from home this morning and since Liam woke up in a moderately grumpy mood, he opted to stay home with Daddy instead of going to Mommy and Me Fitness class at the mall.  Liam was also concerned that when I asked if there was an elephant stomping around in his room, I was serious.  He set me straight before I left with Sylvi.

1010:  Phew!  Class is done.  I am sore.  A good sore, but sore nonetheless.  A friend shows up with her 2 boys in her new double stroller.  I ooh and ahh.  And then realize that she thought we were going to hang out for a while.  Since the stores in the mall are now open, we wander around for a little while and I buy Liam a tie to wear for our family photos and Easter.  Sylvi is content as can be in the stroller, sucking her fingers and smiling at anyone who makes eye contact.  An elderly lady comes over to ask how often we come to exercise at the mall.  She pats my hand and tells me that I’m going to “feel so good if I can keep it up.”

1130: Errands run, diapers changed, diaper load on it’s last rinse, Sylvi nursed, mail sorted, I attempt to get lunch put together and eaten so we can stay somewhat close to our normal day.  Today, Sylvi got to have some hardboiled egg for the first time.  She wasn’t really into it, but ate most of her millet patty.  Liam declared his egg “yucky”.  Vito was more than happy to take it off his hands.

1250:  Sylvi has usually been down for a nap for about 45 minutes by now.  We’ve finally gotten into a comfortable routine and naptime has been so nice for the last week.  Today’s didn’t turn out like usual because I ran around after class and Daddy was home.  Liam and I will have to spend some of our quiet time together later since I think it’s going to take some serious convincing for Sylvi to wind down and sleep.

100: Liam refuses to have me read him a story, tuck him in, or snuggle before nap.  He wants Daddy.  I leave the room and hear Sylvi squealing in hers.  I peek in to see her standing up in her crib and pulling back the curtain and blinds so she can look outside.  It is the funniest thing to see this tiny little person being so nosy so I sneak away to get my camera.  By the time I come back, she’s laying down.  Darn, that would have been such a cute photo!  I head downstairs to put the diapers in the dryer.

145: Sylvi was a little wound up.  You know, the bouncing and squealing while rubbing your eyes wound up?  It took 23 rounds of the lullaby from Lady and the Tramp before she settled down.   Liam is sound asleep and Daddy is gone to the office.  I sit down to figure out what I need to accomplish this afternoon.  I didn’t get anything done last night since I was so exhausted after our day in Columbus, so the house is a train wreck and there’s laundry on almost every available surface.  I’d also like a shower.  And to finish my cup of coffee that has now been reheated 3 times.

315: Liam is up from his nap and not happy.  I curl up on the couch with him and fall asleep.  He wakes me up to tell me he peed on the couch.  Argh.  Cushion covers in the wash, hysterical, embarrased toddler placated with a movie, I restart folding laundry and resign myself to the fact that Liam is in a mood that will probably make for a very difficult evening.

400: Sylvi wakes up and I get her changed and curl up in the rocker in her room to nurse.  I make every effort to nurse her in her room in the late afternoon.  She is just too energized and excited to see her brother after naps to settle down and actually nurse if we’re in the living room.  Once she’s done, I head out to the living room to let her play while I start the dough for pizza and breadsticks.

430: I put Sylvi in the doorway jumper since she apparently wants to jump and I can’t supervise her on the trampoline (which she thinks she can do all by herself).  The dough is almost ready for me to start the toppings, so I set things up and realize that Liam is pulling the doorway jumper back as far as he can and launching his sister into the air.  Of course, both of them are laughing.  I don’t react well to this clear safety hazard.   I throw together supper quickly so I can play with the kids… and referee a few inevitable fights over cars.

600:  Pizza and breadsticks are cooked, broccoli is steamed and Daddy is finally home from work.  Both kids are crabby and as a result, so is Mama.  Sylvi shoves as much pizza with sauce in her mouth as she can.  Her bottom 2 teeth are so close to coming in, but still not there and sometimes I get really nervous about her eating.  She gets really mad if I ration the food on her tray.  We all finish supper at different times, Sylvi being the last.  She picks every single last crumb up off her tray and lap before she lets me clean her up.  Apparently dinner was a hit with her.

645: I’m still folding laundry and haven’t yet managed to get the diapers out of the dryer.  Matt and the kids are playing contently so I make a trip to the basement for the diapers and put the couch cushion covers in to dry.  Gah!  And then I remember that the dogs haven’t been brought in from outside yet!  They are barking right outside the laundry window otherwise, I may have completely forgotten about them.  When I step outside, I discover the patio to be icy and a nasty mix of ice, snow and teeny hail to be falling.  Good thing we don’t have plans tomorrow!

730: Sylvi is in bed for the night (I hope) and we start the bedtime routine with Liam.  He likes to join in on Sylvi’s stories before bed and get at least another half hour of his own.  Liam loves books and can’t get enough of being read to.  He’s been like this since he was months old.  I love to watch him lay on his belly and flip through the pages of a book.  We usually let bedtime be his time with Daddy so I sit down to try and work on Sylvi’s photo book of her first year.

845: I downloaded the Blurb program, I uploaded my photos, and then worked for an hour on layouts.  Satisfied with my work, I close the program and check my email.  It is then that I realize I never saved any of my work.  In fact, according to Blurb, I don’t even have a book.  Hmmm.  Perhaps I shouldn’t have been trying to do anything that requires concentration while tired.

930: Well, I’m now sacked out on the couch with Matt watching How I Met Your Mother on Netflix.    Eh.  I’ll finish the laundry tomorrow and restart the photo book and write.  It’s been another one of those weeks where Matt and I don’t see each other, so laughing to the antics of Barney Stinson seems to be a nice way to end the night.

1000: Bedtime for me, I’m beat.

1115:  Sylvi’s up!

1230:  Yay!  Sylvi’s up again!

200: I wake up to Sylvi crying, but she falls back to sleep on her own.  I get up for a snack and note that Matt is still awake, playing online with his friends.

330:  Sylvi wakes up again and I go in to try to nurse, but she falls back asleep almost as soon as she latches on.  I put her back in her crib, snoring.

400: Matt comes to bed.  I really hope our taxes did get finished after I went to bed.  🙂

515:  Sylvi is bouncing in her crib waiting for me.  I regret having let her stay up to 730 last night.  Anytime I let her stay up “late”, she’s up super early after a less than restful night.  She falls asleep nursing, so I sneak back to bed and hope she’ll stay asleep a little while longer.

630:  Good morning!  Time to start the coffee and spend some time with Sylvi before the day begins.  And I wonder what it will turn out like?