Now that I’m a SAHM (and wife), no one asks how I spend my days. Everyone knows that I’m obviously taking care of the baby, but I feel like most people don’t realize how all-consuming that actually is.
And truthfully, sometimes I feel like I’m trying to list all of my day’s accomplishments to Darling Husband, just so he knows that I am BUSY and not just lounging around watching TV while the kiddo naps.
So on Monday, I wrote down everything I did, all day, so I have a record of what a typical day is like for me. Here goes! …
12 a.m. We might as well start the day here, since … I’m up for a feeding!
1 a.m. Darling Husband comes home from work. He has had a bad cough for a few days, so he says he will sleep on the couch so he doesn’t disturb me. I mumble something and he disappears. Zzzzz.
3 a.m. Up again for another feeding.
6 a.m. Another feeding. So tiredddddd.
7 a.m. Baby Boy is crying again. I stumble back to his room and pop the soother in.
8 a.m. Pop the soother in again.
8:25 a.m. I can hear Baby Boy stirring, so I know he’ll be up for the day in a second. I seize five minutes to brush my teeth, wash my face, and pull my hair back.
8:30 a.m. Good morning, Baby Boy! I change his diaper and then nurse him. He isn’t very hungry (not surprising, since he ate all night), but gets the hiccups and needs soothing.
8:45 a.m. I settle him in a bouncy chair in the kitchen while I gulp down some OJ and a buttered roll. OK, two buttered rolls. Mmm, carbs.
8:50 a.m. Think about dinner. Grab package of chicken thighs — never usually buy them, but boneless is sooo expensive I couldn’t bear it the other day — and decide that throwing them in the Crockpot is a genius idea. Dump in a ton of salsa to cover them, and turn it on. Not exactly sure what I’ll be doing with them, but some kind of wrap possibly?
9 a.m. Load the dishwasher and start it.
9:05 a.m. Move the bouncy chair to the hallway, where I empty the diaper pail and put a load of diapers in the washer. Grab the pillow and blankets from Darling Husband’s sickbed on the couch, and put them away. I am not even sure when he left for work — sometime before 8:30.
9:10 a.m. Move the bouncy chair to the bedroom and make our bed.
9:15 a.m. Pick out Baby Boy’s outfit, dress him, brush his hair, and then take him to the bathroom to wash his face and hands. Then he “stands” on the counter smiling at his own reflection for a few minutes.
9:20 a.m. Exersaucer time for baby, e-mail checking for Mommy.
9:30 a.m. He’s bored of the Exersaucer. Cuddling on my lap with his soother.
9:40 a.m. The diapers are done their cold cycle. Carry Baby Boy to the washer and put them on for the hot cycle.
9:42 a.m. Storytime.
9:50 a.m. Floor exercises and Tummy Time.
10 a.m. Nurse Baby Boy. He grows fussy and looks tired.
10:12 a.m. Put Baby Boy in his crib for a nap.
10:13 a.m. Throw the diapers in the dryer. Put laundry in the washer.
10:15 a.m. Nope, he’s not going to sleep. Rock him and sing to him.
10:30 a.m. OK, he’s really asleep this time. Dig out my papercrafting supplies and set them up on the kitchen table.
10:40 a.m. Debate showering, and decide to wait until later. Put on deodorant, a quick swipe of blush and lipcolour (so my paleness doesn’t gross me out every time I look in the mirror), yoga pants and a tee. Plug in the gluegun.
10:50 a.m. Begin scrapbooking Baby Boy’s third month.
11:05 a.m. He’s crying. Pop the soother in, and luckily he goes back to sleep.
11:10 a.m. Crying again. Soother again.
11:25 a.m. Crying again. What the hell? Why does he keep waking up? Oh, the people above us are having new cabinets installed. More racket, awesome.
11:30 a.m. Reheat a baked potato from last night’s dinner.
11:31 a.m. He’s awake again. Nurse him, put him back to bed.
11:40 a.m. Reheat the now-cold potato. Add sour cream and scarf it down with a glass of milk.
11:50 a.m. Take the diapers out of the dryer. Transfer the wet clothes to the dryer.
11:52 a.m. Continue scrapbooking.
12:25 p.m. Check on Baby Boy. Sleeping sweetly.
12:30 p.m. Damn! He’s awake! I swear, no matter how quiet I am, he always seems to wake up a minute or two after I’ve checked on him. But I can’t help myself!
12:31 p.m. Unplug gluegun. Rescue squalling baby from his crib. Change his diaper. Wash his face and hands.
12:40 p.m. Nurse him. Play with him on my lap. Hold a teether in his mouth for him.
1:10 p.m. More Exersaucer time while we watch TV.
1:15 p.m. I’m starving again. Eat peanut butter crackers, a yogurt and an apple while playing with him in the Exersaucer.
1:45 p.m. Stuff and snap up the diapers while amusing Baby Boy — and teaching him the colour of each one.
1:55 p.m. Laundry’s dry. Lie Baby Boy on our bed and talk to him while I fold (explaining each item). He is getting drowsy again (because I am that interesting). Carry him while I put the laundry away.
2:20 p.m. He’s down for another nap — earlier than expected, but he definitely didn’t get a good sleep this morning.
2:21 p.m. Plug in gluegun again.
2:22 p.m. Shower. More deodorant and blush. Clean yoga pants and a tank top.
2:30 p.m. Sneak in some more scrapbooking.
2:50 p.m. He’s awake again. Damn short naps. Nurse him, dress him in clean clothes, wash his face and hands.
3 p.m. He looks so cute. Do an inpromptu photo shoot in the living room.
3:05 p.m. Play with toys on the floor.
3:30 p.m. Put on a Baby Einstein DVD, plop him into his Bumbo chair, and resume scrapbooking.
3:35 p.m. He’s fussing in his Bumbo (he doesn’t like to sit in it very long). Pick him up, cuddle him and am rewarded by his face smashing into my nose. Ow. Settle him in his bouncer seat. He leans back comfortably to watch the rest of the video.
3:55 p.m. The video is over. How do I know? Because he starts blabbing away (sounding kind of pissed) when the credits come on. There is still music and visuals — how does he know they are credits??? But he does! Unplug the gluegun and kiss crafting good-bye for the day.
3:56 p.m. Sing the clean-up song while I tidy up the array of baby seating in the living room (one bouncy chair, one Bumbo, and one Exersaucer), and fold up his play blanket.
4 p.m. Sit down with Baby Boy, help him knaw on a cold washcloth, and read The Emperor’s New Clothes — stopping frequently so he can touch the pages and keep flipping back to the beginning. I haven’t read this book in years, and it’s pretty good.
4:25 p.m. Nurse Baby Boy as I finish the story.
4:45 p.m. Drag the Exersaucer into the kitchen doorway, and plop Baby Boy inside. Turn off the Crockpot and survey the mess of falling-apart chicken. There are bones poking up here and there, and it’s not pretty.
4:46 p.m. Dump the chicken onto a cutting board, and start separating the good meat from the nasty bones and skin. Regret not just sucking it up and buying boneless. But it was only $3.99 for a package, compared to $22 for boneless! Sigh.
4:55 p.m. He is fussing and trying to knaw on everything in the Exersaucer. Lie him in his crib, and he immediately goes to sleep.
4:56 p.m. Return to dinner. Still making it up as I go along. Grate some cheese. Decide the pile of salsa-mooshed chicken is probably similar to how you’d prepare it for enchiladas. Pour half a can of enchilada sauce in a baking pan, add the rest to the bowl of chicken. Scoop everything into some wraps, roll them up, line them up in the pan, and sprinkle cheese on top.
5:10 p.m. Darling Husband is home from work, and blessedly he does not work his other job tonight. I am WIPED and can barely form a sentence to greet him — except frantically shushing him and gesturing to the baby’s closed door.
5:12 p.m. Pop the pan of “enchiladas” in the oven so the cheese can melt, while Darling Husband walks Little Dog. Set the counter with silverware, plates, napkins (er, paper towels actually) and drinks.
5:16 p.m. Serve up the “enchiladas.” Miraculously, Baby Boy is still sleeping, and we can eat alone together. Can’t remember the last time this has happened.
5:30 p.m. He’s awake. I change his diaper while Darling Husband changes his clothes, and then I do the official hand-off. Daddy time!
5:40 p.m. Clean up the kitchen, wash the dishes, load the dishwasher. So tired. Can’t believe I still have freelance to do tonight. Zzzzzzz.
5:50 p.m. Try to feed Baby Boy, at Darling Husband’s insistence, but he’s not interested. Boob rejection. Hand him back to Darling Husband.
6 p.m. Sit down in front of Darling Husband’s fancy computer (no offense, crap-top of mine) and begin doing my freelance work. Of course, now that our office is now a nursery, I am unfortunately trying to work in the living room — where Darling Husband is playing with Baby Boy and trying to interest him in some “man show” on the Discovery Channel.
7:45 p.m. Decide I’m done “working” for the night, and put the freelance work away. Hang out with my two favourite people.
9 p.m. Change Baby Boy’s diaper, put him in his sleeper, and nurse him. He goes to bed easily.
9:01 p.m. Talk with Darling Husband as I putter around and get myself ready for bed.
9:20 p.m. He’s up again, which is unusual. Nurse him, soothe him in the rocker, put him back to bed.
9:55 p.m. AGAIN? I just want to sleeeeeep! Oh, he’s spit up in his crib. I guess that is a good reason to wake up. Darling Husband changes his diaper and puts him into a clean sleeper, while I replace his crib sheet with a fresh one. Rock him again.
10:15 p.m. He’s asleep. For reals. And now it’s time for me to zzzzzzzzzzzzzz …