My morning went a little like this…
4:14 a.m. hear little one talking to himself, debating getting up to put him back to sleep, I doze off, he does too
5:15 a.m. alarm goes off, baby up again and this time for real
5:18 a.m. warm bottle while trying to entertain a very hungry baby
5:20 a.m. make self cup of coffee
5:22 a.m. change baby’s poopy diaper
5:35 a.m. feed said hungry baby while trying to entertain a very hungry little pug, who also has to go outside
6:00 a.m. put baby in bumpo, stocked with toys and bring into bathroom so I can shower, also joined by cat who sleeps in the sink and little pug who is waiting patiently on the bath mat for me to finish so I can feed him and let him out before his bladder explodes
6:25 a.m. change second poopy diaper, not kidding
6:30 a.m. place baby in exersaucer, look for pug who eventually gave up and went back upstairs to sleep
6:31 a.m. head up stairs, get dressed in dark as to not wake sleeping husband. Try to figure out if my socks match and if my sweater is navy or black… crap it’s navy.
6:32 a.m. back down stairs followed by starving pug who is really excited ‘cause he thinks I’ve remembered to feed him and let him out
6:35 a.m. change baby’s THIRD poopy diaper – this is a record folk! Dress baby hoping he doesn’t spit up on his outfit before we get out the door.
6:37 a.m. place baby back in bumpo because he’s bored of the exersaucer
6:38 a.m. pack baby’s food/bottles and diaper bag for day care
6:45 a.m. try to salvage hair that has already semi air dried
6:50 a.m. make my own lunch
6:55 a.m. warm up car and bring out bags – I literally have two lunch bags, my work bag and Dominick’s diaper bag, Dominick’s coat and hat and extra bag with sheet and blanket for day care
7 a.m. come back inside greeted by little pug. He’s not giving up this time and I feel horrible for forgetting him. He dances over to his bowl and happily eats his breakfast then goes outside to potty.
7:02 a.m. fill dishwasher with dishes left by husband night before, hand wash coffee to-go cup and refill with coffee… notice there’s some residual soap left in cup. Trying to rationalize if I have time to rinse cup, make another cup of coffee, or just suck it up and drink the coffee with extra bubbles. Palmolive is non-toxic right? I suck it up.
7:05 a.m. okay, grab baby and on the way out run into a sign taped to the door “don’t forget your lunch” turn around and get my lunch
7:06 a.m. put baby in car, strap him in and off we go.
7:10 a.m. realize I left Dominick’s “communication” book at home – it’s his schedule of all things baby. I try to figure out if I’ve gone far enough to not have enough time to turn around. I turn around and hope I make it there without getting stuck behind the garbage truck - head back home and grab the book. By this time, little one is fast asleep
7:13 a.m. trying this again – on way to day care.
7:30 a.m. arrive at day care with sleeping baby. Take out all his stuff, balance bags on shoulder and hoist the seriously heavy car seat out of the car as to not wake sleeping baby.
7:32 a.m. drop little one off, touch base with teacher, off to work
8:00 a.m. actually make it to work on time and take a deep breath… now I can start my day…
What happened to the days when I’d roll out of bed, oh, around 6:30 ish. I’d take my time in the shower relishing the hot water, actually put on make up and style my hair… Those days are long gone.
Now, mornings are totally different. Usually with a frantic pace trying to get everyone out the door, clean, fed and presentable.
Life will never be the same and I couldn’t be happier about it.