It’s been awhile since I’ve done “A Day in the Life” post. Actually, have I ever done one of these? I can’t remember. When you’ve been blogging in the same place since 2008, it’s hard to remember anything anymore.
Anywho, I always enjoy reading posts where the person breaks down their average day. Seems boring and mundane to most, but I guess I’m just nosy like that. So I’m going to be incredibly detailed and break down an average day for you over a couple of posts. No need to thank me, though I will gladly accept chocolates of any variety should you feel so inclined.
A Day in the Life – Morning Edition
6:07 am: Baby yells. I wait a few seconds to see if he puts himself back to sleep or if the yelling turns to crying. The yelling gets louder, so I go in there to calm him before he works himself up. He’s probably wet. We’ve been having diaper leaking issues overnight lately, so I feel around him and he’s a little damp, but not soaking wet anywhere, so I’m not sure if that’s the issue or something else. I pick him up and change him. More crying. Root around in the dresser for a new outfit and put it on him while he continues to cry. Pick him up and move to the rocker. No more crying, but now he’s wide awake and trying to focus on the things in his room by nightlight.
6:15 am: Finally he lays his head down on my shoulder. I rock him for about 30 more seconds and put him back in his crib and give him his paci. He’s still awake, but the rocking and cuddles seem to have calmed him enough and he lets me walk out of the room and go back to bed without a fight.
7:05 am: Alarm goes off. I snooze it for 10 more minutes.
7:15 am: Alarm goes off again. Ok, I really need to get up. Quietly, I make my way to the shower and gently close the bathroom door.
7:30 am: Get out of the shower, brush my teeth, and walk back to the bedroom to apply face lotion and deodorant. Baby wakes up and starts yelling, but not in a crying way. In a “I’m awake and I want you to hear me and come get me” kind of way. So I go get him and bring him back into the bedroom, propping him up on my pillow and tucking him in the sheets. Within a minute or two, the hubs rolls over and puts his arm around him. This is part morning snuggle time and part safety reasons to keep baby from rolling off the bed.
7:40 am: I start putting on my makeup while baby watches me intently. I start thinking about what to wear and go through a series of thoughts about what’s clean, what’s comfortable, what’s the temperature/weather going to be, and who I have to see at work today. All of these factor into the day’s outfit.
7:45 am: Time to blowdry my hair. I usually leave the baby with the hubs in the bedroom, but the last couple of days, his exersaucer has been upstairs so I plop the baby in there and bring him near the bathroom so I can stare at him while I blowdry. He’s entertained by the blowdryer and my brushing action, and I’m entertained by his being entertained. That’s what I call a win-win.
8:00 am: Get dressed and accessorize with necklace and earrings. Hubs gets up and heads downstairs to make coffee, make the baby’s bottle, start my car and take out the trash. He turns on Rhianna’s We Found Love so the baby and I dance around for a few minutes.
8:07 am: Hand the baby to the hubs, give kisses and wave bye-bye, and they go down to the first floor for breakfast. I’m out of clean travel mugs so I quickly wash one and pour a cup of coffee. Add a dash of creamer, grab a granola bar and a mini-BabyBel cheese as a snack and head out the door. Usually I bring my lunch, but I have lunch plans with a friend today so I skip it.
8:10 am: Drive to work. During my drive, I listen to the radio and a song comes on that reminds me of my grandpa. I blink back tears so I don’t show up to work with puffy eyes and streaks down my face. (side note: A couple of weeks ago, I was thinking about grandpa and feeling incredibly guilty for not visiting his grave since the fall. At that moment, I heard this song for the first time, and the lyrics said, “Momma asked me this morning if I’ve been by your grave; But that flag and stone ain’t where I feel you anyway.” Suddenly the guilt lifted, as if he was telling me it’s okay.)
8:30 am: Pull into my parking garage at the office. It takes me a few minutes to get from my garage to my desk, but I’m only about 5 minutes late so I consider that a good day.
8:35 am: Chat with a coworker in the elevator. Inhale my granola bar as I wait for my computer to boot up.
8:40 am: Start diving into my inbox and responding to emails from those early bird East Coast coworkers. Continue emailing, checking blogs, and jumping on calls until lunch time.
TO BE CONTINUED… (I know. How could I possibly leave you with such a cliffhanger? I apologize.)