My Restful World
7 a.m.: Shower and prepare for day. Throw laundry from washer to dryer. Start another load. Wash up a few dishes.
7:30 a.m.: Daycare baby arrives.
8 a.m.: Babygirl wakes up. Nurse her, change her, feed her whole-wheat waffles. Twins leave for fifth grade.
9 a.m. to 11 a.m.: Play with babies. Fold one load of laundry. Feed babies snacks. Play with 5 year old. Dance to Wiggles on t.v. Pick up toys. Read baby books.
11 a.m.: Feed babies lunch. Feed YoungestBoy lunch.
12:30 p.m.: Put daycare baby to bed. Send YoungestBoy off to kindergarten. Nurse Babygirl and hope she sleeps. She does not.
1 p.m. to 2:30 p.m.: Play with Babygirl and try to read email.
2:30 p.m.: Daycare baby wakes up. Play with him, too.
3 p.m.: Twins arrive home from fifth grade.
3:30 p.m. : YoungestBoy arrives home from kindergarten.
4 p.m.: Feed daycare baby snack in high chair. While he eats and Babygirl pulls at my knees, peel potatoes, mix up cake batter.
4:30 p.m.: Mark arrives to finish fixing hole in drywall. Mash potatoes, put cake in oven. Mix up frosting. Clean up babies. Change diapers again.
4:45 p.m.: Daycare baby leaves. Finish making dinner.
5 p.m.: Call husband to see when/if he's coming home.
5:15 p.m.: Husband arrives home. Mark sprays texture stuff on wall with air compressor. Children eat dinner. Babygirl throws dinner. Frost cake. Clean up baby. Thank Mark for fixing wall.
5:45 p.m.: Take baby upstairs. Put her in pajamas. Nurse her.
6:30 p.m.: Baby asleep. Clean up kitchen. Sweep floor. Wash dishes. Load dishwasher.
7 p.m.: Help 10 year old son design brochure cover for school project.
7:30 p.m. Free time!
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Last night, I heard my husband talk to a friend on the phone. He was telling her that he wouldn't mind being a stay-at-home dad. He said, "And then after about six months when I am rested . . . "
That's all I heard. I said, "REST?!"
Poor husband with complete inability to understand how not restful it is to stay at home with children. I only wish I could earn enough to trade places with him. He keeps hoping I will write a best-selling novel, but guess what? I DON'T HAVE TIME! Rest! Ha!
7:30 a.m.: Daycare baby arrives.
8 a.m.: Babygirl wakes up. Nurse her, change her, feed her whole-wheat waffles. Twins leave for fifth grade.
9 a.m. to 11 a.m.: Play with babies. Fold one load of laundry. Feed babies snacks. Play with 5 year old. Dance to Wiggles on t.v. Pick up toys. Read baby books.
11 a.m.: Feed babies lunch. Feed YoungestBoy lunch.
12:30 p.m.: Put daycare baby to bed. Send YoungestBoy off to kindergarten. Nurse Babygirl and hope she sleeps. She does not.
1 p.m. to 2:30 p.m.: Play with Babygirl and try to read email.
2:30 p.m.: Daycare baby wakes up. Play with him, too.
3 p.m.: Twins arrive home from fifth grade.
3:30 p.m. : YoungestBoy arrives home from kindergarten.
4 p.m.: Feed daycare baby snack in high chair. While he eats and Babygirl pulls at my knees, peel potatoes, mix up cake batter.
4:30 p.m.: Mark arrives to finish fixing hole in drywall. Mash potatoes, put cake in oven. Mix up frosting. Clean up babies. Change diapers again.
4:45 p.m.: Daycare baby leaves. Finish making dinner.
5 p.m.: Call husband to see when/if he's coming home.
5:15 p.m.: Husband arrives home. Mark sprays texture stuff on wall with air compressor. Children eat dinner. Babygirl throws dinner. Frost cake. Clean up baby. Thank Mark for fixing wall.
5:45 p.m.: Take baby upstairs. Put her in pajamas. Nurse her.
6:30 p.m.: Baby asleep. Clean up kitchen. Sweep floor. Wash dishes. Load dishwasher.
7 p.m.: Help 10 year old son design brochure cover for school project.
7:30 p.m. Free time!
* * * * * * * *
Last night, I heard my husband talk to a friend on the phone. He was telling her that he wouldn't mind being a stay-at-home dad. He said, "And then after about six months when I am rested . . . "
That's all I heard. I said, "REST?!"
Poor husband with complete inability to understand how not restful it is to stay at home with children. I only wish I could earn enough to trade places with him. He keeps hoping I will write a best-selling novel, but guess what? I DON'T HAVE TIME! Rest! Ha!
posted by Melodee at Thursday, January 15, 2004
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