Grace is the hostess for Fun Monday this week! Be sure to see who all is playing!
She says: Your Day: please describe to us your typical weekday, from when you wake up until when you go to bed, what do you do to get you up and going, how do you wind down in the evening and what happens in your life in between those times.
My day? Hmm, well, my husband’s phone vibrates on his nightstand at 4 a.m. I roll over and ignore my bladder until he gets out of the shower. If I’m sleepy enough, I get back in bed post-bathroom. Lately, it’s been no good and I just start my day. Mostly that means waking up completely, picking up stuff in the living room from the night before (baby proofing) and anything else quiet I can think of, reading, checking email, etc. I haven’t had massive amounts of caffeine since July 2007, so unlike most of you, I don’t get morning coffee.
Keeley wakes up around 6. It becomes a nurse, diaper, nap, eat, play cycle until anywhere from 3 pm to 6 pm when ‘daddy’ gets home. In between then, I sneak in chores, internet, and the continual picking up of toys. I wash diapers every other day, towels every 3 days, and have to see how many pairs of socks or pajamas she has to get her laundry done, and our clothes are also limited by how many polo shirts my husband has, and how many pairs of jeans I have. The dishes rarely get done, unless the go in the dishwasher. Pots and pans tend to sit a while, because I cannot do them and be with Keeley at the same time and inevitably the minute I start washing dishes, the upstairs neighbors will drop an anvil and wake Keeley up 30 minutes into her should-be 1 1/2-2 hour nap. Keeley is going through separation anxiety. Out of courtesy to our not-so-courteous neighbors, I choose NOT to let her scream her head off, and leave the dishes until the weekend, most of the time. Pretty much everything else I can do with her in the same room. Fold clothes, etc.
It hits me from time to time that I’m a teacher. All day long. All night long. From ‘it’s not polite to scream when you want something, dear just say ma-ma’ to ‘that ball is purple, does it taste like grape?’ What do I do all day? I teach. On a walk to the library where I point out the leaves, telling her that the lever on the see-and-say works like a light switch, and naming body parts, everything seems to go into her little mind. I’m fascinated with the things she can indicate to us.
One fun thing is that happened recently is that we have a large stuffed Tigger in her room and a small one in a vehicle. We have showed her that Tiggers ‘bounce’ and say ‘boing boing’. Well, the other day, I was changing her diaper and said ‘boing boing’ just to get her to hold still. As soon as I put her down, she crawled as fast as she could over to her Tigger and grabbed him and fell down on him and gave him a hug. Smart girl.
After Keeley goes to bed, I steal some TV time with hubby and try and remove the debris from the main area that comes with daddy daughter time. Mostly, it’s just a relief to stop and not teach anyone anything, get anyone anything, or listen to screaming, crying, or whining (by anyone under the age of 2).
Have I captured what I do every day? Maybe. Then again, maybe not. You be the judge.