Inspired by the (strange?) excitement and joy I experience by reading about what other people do all day long- and loving Jenna's and Kendra's and Dwija's and all the other day-in-the-life posts, I decided to do one myself. You know, take notes, take photos, blog it likes it hot. Today got started with a super sick baby and at first I thought to myself "oh, no, no, no, no, NO you CANNOT blog today," but then I thought, "oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, YES. You MUST blog today." And so I did. It ended up being a crazy day. Usually we are fairly schooly and productive and not watching tv all day, etc. today was not one of those days. It was a sickness/cartoons/survival day. I'm choosing to post this play by play because, hello, we all have these days. Here is mine.
It's painfully long and mostly boring and contains 1,563 pictures. Brace yourselves.*all times can be read with an ish attached.
April 10, 2014
5:54- baby has been feverish and restless all night. He is finally sad enough for me to get up out of bed and rock him a bit. He is burning up. Decide to blog the day.
6:05- Hero wakes up and asks to take a bath. I let her because I'm so tired I don't care.
6:25- baby is settled, crawl back into bed. Doze while various children wake up and come in to our room. Kirby takes pity on me and locks me in so I can sleep a bit.
7:56- wake up to Kirby leaving for work and Cinderella on VHS. Baby stays asleep and I slip out of bed. Kiss everyone, turn water on for coffee, shuffle around picking up laundry.
8:17- Realize I don't have a clean pot to cook oats in, wash a pot, start oats.
8:22- Dump the packaging peanuts in the trash before they take over my entire life and house. Realize how filled up the trash can is now, regret wasting trashcan space on packaging peanuts.
8:31- Get Clemmy a bottle, actually sit down with coffee, read a bit, pray a bit.
9:00- Switch laundry, hustle the kids to their morning chores (make beds, get dressed, etc)
9:05- Clemmy is crying, Johnny gets in trouble for hitting me. He is special today. Maybe he is getting sick, too. Maybe he is a wreck because I haven't fed anyone yet.
9:06- Feed everyone.
9:14- Pack lunches for the girls. I hate packing lunches. I swear, packing lunches might be one of my top five reasons to never send my kids to regular school. I never have the right stuff, I never have matching lunch recepticle lids, then I have to collect the recepticles at the end of the day and make sure the food leftovers don't rot in them, there are always food leftovers but there is nothing you can do now because it's 8 hours after you made lunch to begin with. The girls homeschool charter offers two enrichment days a week. I usually send them once a week. I'm sending them today and my mom is driving them for me because of sick baby, who is still asleep. Bless him.
9:18- Remind everyone to make beds/brush teeth/brush hair/get your shoes on.
9:26- Clemmy feels warm. 100.8. Oh, dear.
9:45- Johnny gets his finger pinched in the swing rope as the girls are leaving with my mom for the day. He is screaming bad and his finger is bent at a weird angle. I say "oh shit, oh shit" even though all my kids are around me because I'm thinking it might be broken, or getting broken. I get it untangled from the rope. It's not broken. I suggest Netflix and Skittles because duh and Johnny perks right up.
9:50- Say goodbye to mom and the girls. Carry Johnny inside to cash out on my promises.
9:59- Netflix is being weird, start Toy Story instead.
10:04- Change Clemmy for the first time today. I'm not lying. I'm not proud and I'm not lying.
10:05- Put some fresh oatmeal in a bowl on top of someone's leftovers. Add extra butter, honey and chia.
10:07- It seems I've lost my phone. I eat my/someone's oatmeal, wandering the houses looking for my phone. I can't find it anywhere but I do find a broken window in the kids room that Hero had told me about the day before. Make a mental note to do something about it. After I find my phone and finish my breakfast.
10:15- I'm noticing that everything I touch feels like it has honey on it.
10:22- Baby wakes up. Nurse, change dipe. He is happy. Thank you, Jesus. Johnny and Clemmy are happily entranced, thank you Toy Story.
11:08- successfully move sleeping baby from ergo to bed.
11:09- Fold laundry next to Johnny and Clemmy and Toy Story. I'm starting to resign to letting today be a veg day b/c it's obvious that sickness is moving in and we are supposed to leave for a trip with my in-laws tomorrow and I'd like for things remain slightly more chill than usual. Give Clem some couch snugs.
11:28- Switch laundry, pick up construction paper scraps off of the laundry room floor, get a bottle for Clemmy and put her down for a nap.
11:39- I start thinking about my phone again. Where is my phone? I think about the girls winding up sick at school and the school trying to call me and my phone being lost. I start to worry about that...
11:40- This baby isn't interested in being asleep. Nurse, finish my reading.
12:15- Pray the Angelus. I love this prayer. I try to say it at noon every day. I love it because it reminds me to keep embracing the will of God right then (fevers? chaos?) and I need that reminder every other minute. Some days I forget, today I remember.
12:16- get up with Peter and search for my phone. He is pretty happy now and his fever is down. Search, search, search.
12:20- clean up the kids bedroom while searching. Two birds, ya'll.
12:29- I pray that I find my phone. I find an old laffy taffy and a pee diaper from earlier that I had forgot to throw away, but no phone. I say an audible prayer to St Anthony for help finding it.
12:33- I FIND MY PHONE. St Anthony!!! It was in the closet where we keep our movies (Toy Story...) No missed calls, phew.
12:48- Heat up leftovers for lunch, Johnny gets in trouble for hitting again.
1:01- Clemmy wakes up. She feels pretty hot...
1:06- Baby starts crying, I take him to my bed to nurse him. Johnny hits me again, gets in trouble again.
1:10- Johnny and I reconcile. He apologizes and cries and it's very sincere. He is having a rough day (obv) I give him a few good cuddles but the baby is screaming now. I bust out the iPad.
1:11- baby settles
2:21- baby wakes up, I decide to try and put him down in our bed, so I kick Johnny and Clemmy out of our room. The iPad dies. I whisper-yell at Johnny to go play when he comes in our room threatening to do loud things.
2:25- it worked! Sick baby is out. I go into the living room noticed Clemmy is a sick-looking lump on the couch. I pull out my phone to take a picture of her and she smiles and says cheese then immediately reverts back into lump mode.
2:30- implement phase 1.
3:25- take a picture of him.
3:26- go check in on the baby before I jump in the shower, he is asleep but he is breathing fast so I assume he still has a fever, feel sad for him and say a prayer that this illness goes by quickly, shut the front and back doors, go back to shower and find this.
3:36- get out of shower, transform shower into bath, Clemmy climbs in, decide on tea instead of coffee.
3:37- I put on the teapot.
3:49- the girls pull up. I totally forget that Mary is going to spend the night at my mom's (my mom is incredible and takes one kid a week for a sleepover. Amazing, right?) She quickly gets packed up. This is what she packs (one dress+one pair of undies in a tiny box). I am fine with it. Give her 47 kisses and send her off.
3:52- sit down with tea. Hero and Johnny run outside to play. Hallelujah moment.
3:57- realize I should preheat the oven for dinner
3:58- preheat the oven, return to quiet tea time.
.....luxuriate, luxuriate, luxuriate.......
4:12- Johnny comes in and snuggles me. We've had a rough day, obnoxious momlove is given.
4:18- start dinner prep. Kids are playing outside, baby is still snoozing. I text Kirby about picking up chicken food on the way home.
4:31- crap! My chicken didn't thaw. It looks weird. The legs are frozen straight out. I season it anyway and pop it in the oven. I question whether or not dinner will be successful tonight.
4:35- I round up the kids to put away their laundry and Clemmy and I pair socks. She is looking increasingly not well.
4:53- I go through the mismatched sock pile in the laundry room and wonder how much longer it'll be before I become one of those moms who doesn't match socks at all, ever. Remember I put more water on for tea.
4:56- hear back from Kirby about the chicken feed. He's on it.
4:59- check weather in Santa Cruz, start packing for our trip this weekend despite the fact that we have two sick people and who knows if we are actually going,
5:06- hear from Kirby again, he is going to mass in another direction now and can't get chicken food. I'll feed them kitchen scraps instead. He is going to home around 6:30.
5:08- hustle Hero to her evening chore of picking up the playroom. She is going solo tonight since Mary is gone but it's probably better that way. Sisters+chores=playing and zero jobs accomplished.
5:11- find Hero peeling an orange in the kitchen. I remind her that she is supposed to be not in the kitchen peeling an orange. I check the chicken. The legs are still sticking out strangely.
5:14- continue packing for our maybe trip. Remind Hero to focus on her chores.
5:16- remind Hero to focus on her chores.
5:17- the baby is up, fever, crying. Packing is looking like this:
5:20- baby is nursed and contentish. I think I can fit all five of the kids clothes into this. I cannot.
5:22- baby is fevery and sad. Nurse him. Remind Hero to focus on her chores. Clemmy is getting increasingly whiney. Wants to crawl on my bed, wants to touch the baby. When she touches the baby, the baby responds like this:
5:28- everyone is crying.
5:30- hold baby on my left, scratch Clemmy's back on my right. Seems to be working out.
5:49- Clemmy asks for a bath in the saddest voice imaginable, Johnny is rolling around on the couch/not doing what I've asked him to do approx 53 times (pick up his mess, see below). Put baby in the ergo. He is either asleep or whimpering or both for the next few hours.
5:52- pack some more
6:00- clean up a strange spill near the tv. Remind Johnny to go pick up his mess and bring his bath towel in from the backyard (still not listening).
6:05- Clemmy cries to get out of the bath, put on Cinderella for her. She looks like this:
6:07- put on the heat for my tea water (again), find Johnny playing in the bathtub with a medicine syringe. I decide to ignore him for now because tired. I put away our (Kirby and I) laundry instead.
6:12- stop to make tea, get distracted by something.
6:13- take baby's temperature. 101.3... Better!
6:15- hang laundry (this is special. My hardest chore ever to stay on top of is hang-up laundry. I'm impressed with myself as I type this up) decide to pray the Rosary while I work. Today has the potential for going south in the mom department, so Rosary.
6:22- Johnny's out of the tub, I tell him to pick up his mess and give him a nice speech about daddy being home any minute now and you're going to have to tell daddy you didn't listen to mommy today and what do you think daddy will say??
6:23- finally make tea, catch a glimpse of the giant recyclables tower and regret not dumping them today, make a mental note to ask Kirby to do it, make a mental note to keep saying my rosary. The first decade...
6:25- check the chicken, accidentally push a carrot out of the pan and onto the floor of the oven, awkwardly fetch it out while protecting baby P in the ergo from the scalding oven heat blast, check in on Hero who looks like she has picked up 4 things and give her an inspiring pep talk.
6:30- start greens.
6:37- two missed calls from Kirby. Hmm.
6:41- pull chicken out of the oven. Remember I was supposed to reheat leftover mashed potatoes. Darn!
6:42- reheat leftover mashed potatoes.
6:43- note how hot my kitchen is and how it's not supposed to feel this hot in April and this is why you don't roast chickens in the summer. Decide to say another decade of the Rosary. Wonder where Kirby is. Baby is fussy, Clemmy is fussy. She hasn't moved from her spot on the couch. Feed Hero dinner. Remind Johnny he can't have dinner until he's picked up his mess. Where is Kirby?
6:46- feed her a few bites of dinner, while she lays flat on her stomach on the couch.
6:53- get her ready for bed while she lays flat on her stomach on the couch, baby is fussing pretty good in the ergo, threaten Johnny again.
6:58- Clemmy shuffles off the couch and walks to her crib, crying. She must feel very terrible. I tuck her in and say goodnight.
6:59- find Johnny picking up his mess. He casually tells me that wild pigs eat cactuses. I thank him for doing his job (finally) and he responds in the most chill of chill voices," just doin' what I can." (Eyeroll foreverrrrrrr)
7:03- reward Johnny's efforts with dinner. Where is Kirby?? Decide to say another decade of the Rosary outside.
7:07- Kirby gets home. I yell at him to wait at the gate so that I can snap a pic of him walking towards the house for this blog post. I run inside to find my phone. Can't find it anywhere. I yell for him to wait just one more second. He does (good man). I give up after about a minute because this is just ridic. Instead I snap a pic of him picking at the chicken on the stovetop.
7:17- go to put the baby down in our bed, say the last decade of the Rosary, hear Clemmy crying...
7:27- change baby, he coos at me for the first time all day.
7:32- read Jenna's sweet birthday post for Atlas. Peter is happy beside me in bed, his fever broke again. I'm feeling kind of paralyzed so I just layyyyyyy.
8:16- baby is almost alseep. I overhear Kirby put everyone else to bed and go to crying Clemmy another 3 or 4 times. Spy him in the doorway checking his phone.
9:00- emerge and observe kitchen mess, decide to get on it. Kirby puts Clemmy back down in her crib. We have a beer in the kitchen and laugh more about Kirby's presence at mass as a not-Latino Leader. Take a pic of him.
9something- get mad at him for continually looking slightly off to the side when I take a pic of him to be funny (He alwayyyyyyys does this.) He laughs.
9:40- I sit down to work on this post. Kirby collects junk from the deep recesses of underneath our table bench. Love him.
9:50- Kirby sits down with me as I work. I realized I've only typed up until 1pm today and I mentally shoot myself for deciding to do this post in the first place. Kirby pretends to read and asks me to take a pic of him. (Jk, he is really reading;)
11:00- Kirby decides to sleep on the couch because Clemmy is crying about every 4 secs from her bed and we are both gearing up for rough nights with the sickies. I go to bed with Peter. He is hot again. I foolishly stay up till 12:30ish writing this post. I think it's the most boring post I've ever written, but stopping now would feel like a huge waste of time (so I don't.)