Before I had children, I always felt jealous of those young moms out on a walk with their kids with "nothing" to do all day. Now that my life is full of "nothing"....my perspective has changed...A LOT. In fact, I'd say this is the hardest stage of my life so far, but it is also very rewarding.
6:09 am-The birds start chirping
6:18-Chloe (almost 2 years old) hears the birds and decides it's not time for sleep anymore. "Daddy! Mommy!.....Mommmmy!!!!! Daaaaaddy!!!!". Me: Roll over, "uggggh" I decide to get up...reluctantly. I see Chloe's face and my heart melts. "Mommaaaa" She's so happy to see me, wonderful feeling being needed. I lift her out of her crib, she cuddles on my shoulder. I savor every second of this very rare cuddle time that lasts less than a minute. I sit on the recliner and she says "weewee" which means TV. No more cuddles. I turn the TV on, set her down on the recliner and cover her with a blanket. I get my workout clothes on and head to the gym.
7:30-Get home from the gym, Chloe has been fed a go-gurt and it's half eaten and sitting on the ottoman leaving trails. Asher is awake now, watching Bubble Guppies. "Hi Buddy" I say. "eeeehh....I need milk!!!" Ugh, the sound of the whiny voice is just the beginning of me trying my hardest to keep my cool. I try to feed my kids breakfast...Chloe wants cheerios, eats 2 and then is done. Asher decides cheerios sound good...I poor him a bowl. Chloe tips her bowl, first spill of the day. At this point I have poured Asher a cup of milk. He flings his arms...second spill of the day. Before he is done eating his cereal, 3rd spill of the day. I always have to remind myself...don't cry over spilled milk. But sometimes I just want to cry.
8:00-I hurry and shower so hubby can make sure the kids don't kill each other. I get ready.
8:30-Hubby leaves for his internship. I realize that I need to hurry because I need to get both kids ready before we leave for Asher's preschool in 10 min. I start rushing. "Asher, here are your clothes, I'll race you...see who can get their clothes on first you or Chloe" I get Chloe's clothes on first...Asher is sad and he whines for a while but then I bribe him to finish getting dressed. I help both kids get their shoes and socks on. I do their hair, and then grab the diaper bag and head out the door. While heading to the car, both kids get distracted by the next door neighbors dogs...I count to 3 for them to get in the car and say "Hurry! We're late!".
8:44- Finally in the car, buckled, and backing out of the driveway. Chloe says "beebee" Me: I don't have a binky babe". She whines and asks for a binky for the next 10 min. Asher talks and yells and whines to himself "waaaawaaaawaaa..." I think he has a competition with himself to see how much noise he can make...always. Half way there, he decides to bug Chloe, she starts screaming. What I would give for some silence.
9:00-At the preschool, I get Asher out of the car. I tell him to run up the driveway, he whines for me to walk with him....I walk halfway and let him run the rest of the way. Chloe and I drive home.
9:15- I sweep, mop, put the dishes away, do the dishes in the sink, clean the bathroom, put in a load of laundry, vacuum the floor, pick up the clutter, all while Chloe is either watching "Masha and the Bear", whining that she wants popcorn, or running cutely away from the vacuum...it's her favorite thing. She screams and runs away from the vacuum and jumps on the couch...brings a smile to my face.
10:45-Time to go pick up Asher.
11:00-Asher is excited, running out of preschool and showing me the things he made while there. We head home...Asher decides to bug Chloe the whole way home...making her cry and making me ornery.
11:22- Time for lunch. I make a PB&H, we eat lunch, then take a little while to clean up...if I don't sweep after each meal then the ants come :( I then proceed to put Chloe to sleep, Asher and I play with cars, trains, magnets, little people. He helps me wipe down the chairs and walls with clorox wipes. I try to get a couple of things done on my computer and he whines that I haven't played with him enough. I play with him a little bit more and then I start dinner.
This is a typical good day, there are definitely better days and worse days. The worst ones are when either Asher or I wake up on the wrong side of the bed....not a pretty sight. There are times when I feel like I am ruining my children...because I act like a child. Having a small children talk and whine at you all day takes serious patience.
It's fun, it's exhausting, it's rewarding, it's draining, it makes me grow. It's the hardest and the best time of my life. I wouldn't trade it for the world...but now when I see a young mother walking her little child(ren), I'm not jealous anymore. I know the refiners fire that she has to go through ALL day EVERY day. With no real break. It never ends. But it is wonderful.