This was a Wednesday. My last Wednesday before I get my niece back, which is actually tomorrow and we are all quite excited about that. I even have a craft.
I skipped documenting the 2 a.m. feeding because most of us know what that looks like and it's a bit alarming.
As always, told by my iPhone.
5:30 a.m.: Feeding time. Milking time. Whatever you want to call it. I turn on the news and just sort of stare into the void. Maybe some of it sinks in, maybe not. The news can be quite scary most of the time and I tend to avoid it in general all of my days, except early morning feeding your baby days. Nothing says watch depressing news stories like feeding a newborn in the darkness.
6:30 a.m.: I leave a half asleep Matt in charge of "listening in on sleeping children duty" and head down to the basement for some elliptical time. I haven't started running again, and in my defense it's only been four weeks and my boobs are the size of small watermelons. I sort of hope the kids don't wake up during this 45 minute space but of course David does. He's special like that. Matt dresses and feeds him. Because he's the best.
7:30 a.m.: After my work out I have my breakfast of cereal and coffee. I throw the sheets of all the beds in the house into the wash because it's Wednesday and that's what one does (me, I do) on Wednesdays. Matt gets Letty ready for the day whilst I'm in charge of showering myself and handling Dom. Oh and hair. I've got hair patrol. Me and the big kids have a daily hair and teeth brushing date.
8:30 a.m.: I don't have much time before I need to leave to drop Letty off at preschool but I feed the baby with every spare second I can so we don't have a four alarm siren going the entire way to and from school.
9:30 a.m.: With Letty successfully learning the letter 'M' or some such thing the boys and I are warm at home. I was nursing Dominic a few minutes after I took this photo when David decided to stick his hands into his recently soiled diaper and then hurt my rug. My. White. Rug. The fury and the wrath of a mother with a fecal incident on her new white rug knows no bounds.
10:30 a.m.: The sheets are dry and I take to making the beds. David likes his bed put together just so. Every week I ask him if he still wants Jake in there? Thomas? Where does tiger (Tigger) go? He insists on them all and shall not enter the crib without them.
11:30 a.m: We all leave to pick up Letty for school. While waiting in the line for the children to come out to the cars Dom decides he is starving like there has been no starving before.
12:30 p.m.: Lunch. It's sort of an hour long affair in this house. David eats nothing. Dominic eats more milk. Letty eats more Ramen, because it seems to be her favorite. It's like a day at The Food Court.
1:30 p.m.: David goes down for his nap at 1. Matt took Letty to the grocery store for a few quick essentials (and let her have the little kid cart, fun parent of the year right there). I have a few spare moments with no baby requiring attention so I hop on the computer to empty my phone of all images and videos because my cloud is full. I don't understand the cloud, I just don't.
2:30 p.m.: Letty has her second dentist appointment of her life this afternoon and so we take to the bathroom for a nice deep clean. Nothing like great dental care in the last moment.
3:30 p.m.: Matt stayed home with the boys while I headed to the Dentist with Letty. During the cleaning portion of the appointment she wanted to sit on my lap, but during the exam by the dentist she decided she was a big enough girl to sit all by herself. As long as she had her shades.
4:30 p.m.: Our dentist is an extremely chatty sort so these appointments tend to take some time. We have been going to them for many many years so they know us all so well. And my family so well. So on and so forth. We finally head home and have some good sing-a-long time in the car. And Letty examines all her dental swag.
5:30 p.m.: Matt cooked dinner for my parents and my sister and her husband. This is a new dish, chicken with mozzarella and sun dried tomatoes. The general consensus was that it was banging.
6:30 p.m.: Every time my parents come for dinner my father brings a dozen donuts "for the kids". And every time he brings them we hide them lest David see them and refuse to eat his dinner. And by dinner I mean cheerios. Or wheat thins. Or peanut butter crackers. Once the adults finish dinner he is allowed a donut. He always chooses the ones with the icing and then eats just that.
7:30 p.m.: Nonna had the bright idea to make the kids paper airplanes and have them fire them off the landing. This occupied them for the entirety of the evening.
8:30 p.m.: The big kids were put to bed by Matt with naught but a kiss from me because I am occupied with other things. I need to figure out the wrap and feed situation so I can still be a part of the night-time routine. I do miss it.
9:30 p.m.: We finished up watching the newest Modern Family episode. I'm enjoying my nightly glass of wine and Dom has juuuuust drifted off to sleep.
10:30 p.m.: One glass turns into another and then Matt brings out the cheeseballs and I can't be held responsible for what I do when there was two glasses of wine and a bag of cheese balls. Shortly after I took this picture I headed to bed where I slept like the dead until 3:00 a.m. when Dom decided he was starving. Again.
Other day in the life posts here.
