I’m linking up with Winding Road to write about a day in my life. I had already picked the day I was going to write about before it unfolded and I feel like this day turned out to be particularly inefficient. BUT I decided to write about it anyway, because it is after all, a day in my life.
Be warned, this is fairly detailed, but there is a lot that goes into a day.
I wake up to my first alarm. I don’t even get the chance to turn it off because Noah is fast asleep on my arm. I try to move to turn off the alarm and he sticks his little leg up on my stomach and flops his arm across my stomach. He doesn’t want me to move. I let the alarm turn itself off. He isn’t fazed.
Noah still won’t let me out of bed. I try to sit up and he crawls back onto my lap and falls back asleep. I lay back down with him and wait for him to fall into a deeper sleep. I inch my arm out from under his head only to have him roll/climb onto my chest and fall asleep. Normally, I’m able to get out of bed without waking him up and I can get a couple things done. But today he’s very insistent on me staying in bed with him.
I finally get up and carry Noah to the arm chair and he stays asleep (this is so unlike him). I sit with my laptop and catch up on Facebook, emails, check my guest post for comments. Noah finally decides to wake up and I go take a shower. The bathtub is full of toys from his bath last night. I don’t put them away like I normally would because we’re going to be late for our play date at 10:00.
I get Noah dressed and start cooking eggs while I put my make up on. Noah is running around the apartment pulling books off shelves and taking my hair products out from under the sink. Once my makeup is on, I sit Noah in his highchair. We eat our eggs and a kiwi. I drink some tea because my throat seems to be a little stuffy.
I’m running around the apartment because I can’t find my shoes. I found one behind the toilet, thank you Noah. Where was the other one you ask? Well behind the couch, because isn’t that where everyone keeps their shoes? Thank goodness I have a Noah that makes sure things are put away. I walk out to door and realize it’s a lot colder than I thought. I scramble to find another sweatshirt for Noah and decide I don’t need anything.
We get to the park a few minutes late. We play on the swings for a little bit with our friends. We decide to take a walk around the park. Noah decides he wants to walk by himself and not in the direction of the path. I spend the rest of our walk trying balance moving forward and letting him walk and discover like he wants. The ground is wet and his little hands are turning purple from the cold.
Since we were near where my husband works, we visit him for a little bit and warm up in the office. Noah is ecstatic that he gets to see his Daddy during the day and runs as fast as he can into Jordan’s arms.
Noah is clearly tired and falls asleep as soon as I pull out of the park parking lot. I get home and successfully transfer his sleeping little body into the Ergo and head the to the apartment. I’m starving and I have to pee really bad. Somehow I’m able to go to the bathroom without waking him up, but the flushing toilet wakes him up. I take him out of the Ergo. I mentally beat myself up for flushing the toilet, but then forgive myself when I realize he’d probably try to play in it before I got the chance to flush it.
I try to heat up some leftover Chili on the stove while he’s crying at my feet. I don’t even bother to heat up the food all the way because Noah is clearly just wanting to fall back asleep. I try to offer him some Chili but he just wants to bang the spoon on the bowl I’m eating out of. I finish my food while he throws a fit. I just need to eat.
Noah nurses to sleep again. I think he’s either teething or not feeling well as he doesn’t normally sleep this much. I pull out the laptop and get some work done while he sleeps on my lap. I finish my work for the day and spend some time on Pinterest, Facebook, planning our vacation and checking out some blogs.
Ellen Degenerous is on and Noah is still sleeping. I’m staring at the laundry that needs to be folded, the carpet that needs vacuumed, the bed that needs to be made and the crock pot that does not have dinner in it yet.
Noah is STILL sleeping…what the heck! I’m trying to figure out what I’m going to make for dinner. I’m still stuck in the big chair watching TV because he doesn’t want me to move. He just wants to cuddle. I’m starting to think he doesn’t feel well or maybe he’s going through a growth spurt.
Noah finally wakes up. He’s running around and I’m doubting me previous thoughts about him being sick. I pick up the house and start a load of laundry. Noah likes playing under the kitchen sink. I used to have all of those towels and garbage bags lined up nicely. I gave up keeping it organized. Let’s not even talk about my Tupperware cupboard.
Four light bulbs went out the day before so I decide to make a quick run to Target before Jordan gets home. I print off a coupon for light bulbs from Targets website and we’re out the door.
Noah is in the Ergo while I attempt to read through the giant wall of light bulbs and wattages. Noah gets impatient and wants out. I end up just grabbing the light bulbs and running over to the clearance sections. I find a lot of coloring books for $1, but decide we don’t NEED them. Besides, while I’m trying to dig through the pile, Noah starts arching his back so that he can get out. I set him on the ground and he proceeds to climb the shelf.
I tell him it’s time to go and he’s squirms because he wants to run around. I practically run to the check out to avoid a scene. Why did I push my luck?
Jordan pulls up next to me as I’m’ getting Noah out of the car seat. We walk in together and start cooking dinner. Noah decides he doesn’t want what we are having for dinner. Again, he’s never like that. He usually will anything we put in front of him. I’m blaming the full moon….if there is even one going on right now.
Jordan gives Noah a bath and I start cleaning up dinner and check Facebook and my blog for any comments. Noah comes running out into the living room without a diaper on. Jordan is running after him asking me to help him put the diaper on Noah. He claims Noah won’t hold still. I have no idea what he’s talking about. Noah always holds still when he’s getting his diaper changed. Ha…not.
I wrangle the diaper on Noah and he decides he wants to nurse. The bath must have been calming because he falls asleep. I’m not sure if he’ll stay asleep or if he’s going to consider this just a nap. There’s no point in waking him so I let him sleep. He has been kind of off today anyway.
Jordan and I talk and watch a little TV.
It was just a nap. Noah wakes up and starts playing. We say our nightly prayers as a family. I attempt to go to bed with Noah and Jordan. Noah starts blowing wet raspberries all over my stomach, stopping every now and then to laugh at himself. Jordan jokes that it sounds like I ate a bunch of bad Mexican food. After a while Noah and I go hang out in the living room so that Jordan can get some sleep.
I read Noah books, we build with some legos. I answer Noah’s constant stream of “This?” as he points to everything asking what it is. He’s running around showing no signs of exhaustion. I’m bored so I decide to turn on the TV. I skim through the channels and end up on QVC. I find it amusing to watch these people try and sell porcelain reindeer. The over use of the words “rich”, “durable”, and “limited quantity” make their subliminal marking strategy not so subliminal.
Did you make it through the whole day? Or did you just skim? I really wouldn’t mind if you just skimmed, I’m not sure I would actually have read through the whole day either.