In my last post I neatly listed a set of goals that I try to accomplish each day in my quest to âjuggle it allâ. I may have also mentioned that I donât always meet those goals â but I think I came across as generally having it together. Just in case anyone is worried about living up to the high standards I seem to be meeting regularly here in my domestic paradise, I thought Iâd share a little bit about today.
7 AM: Partner wakes up and gets ready to go to work. I am pregnancy-style EXHAUSTED and stay in bed while she not only gets herself ready for the day but takes the lead on getting our toddler dressed and giving him breakfast.
8:30 AM: Partner leaves and I peel myself out of bed. Iâm wearing a bathrobe as I help my toddler use the potty and then set him up with crayons so that I can check my email and work on the post for this series (Iâd begun drafting something about making healthy meals from scratch a couple days ago). Instead I buy a diaper bag we canât really afford online. Toddler is getting his second year molars and is moody, so peaceful coloring quickly devolves into throwing things around the room and shrieking.
11 AM: After some calming and cuddling of the toddler, I open the fridge to figure out what to do for lunch. Thank goodness for leftovers. I heat up some zucchini-corn chowder and a quinoa patty for him â and donât argue about the amount of ketchup he insists on dumping on the patty.
NOON: Wipe down kid, potty again, new diaper and put him down for a nap at 12:30. He does not fall asleep without a fight. A long, drawn out fight that leaves me wishing I could take a nap myself.
1:30 PM: Toddler is finally asleep. I settle in hoping to finally get some writing done. I am still wearing my bathrobe, when I remember I have a midwife appointment this afternoon â oops. I jump in the shower and finish getting dressed just as my cranky boy is waking up (I swear these naps are getting shorter and shorter).
3:00 PM: I am getting the toddler dressed and pottied as my partner arrives home (of course she didnât forget about our appointment). She finishes wrangling the kid while I scramble looking for my pregnancy binder and gathering my diaper bag, keys, and wallet.
4:00 PM: Midwife appointment. Baby looks great, Iâm feeling healthy, glucose test coming up next month â no major news or worries. My partner entertains our toddler during the appointment so that I can give the midwife my full attention.
5:00 PM: We are on our way back home and I donât have a plan for dinner. We swing by and grab a pizza on our way (Itâs a vegetable now, right?).
7:00 PM: Pizza has been eaten and my partner gives the toddler his bath and gets him ready for bed as I stare blankly at the post that is due today.
8:00 PM: Attempt to put toddler to bed â complete teething meltdown. Crying, screaming, the works. We give him some Tylenol and do our best to comfort him. He finally falls asleep at 9:45 pm.
10:00 PM: I am looking at a midnight deadline for this post I havenât been able to write â and Iâm not feeling very juggle-it-all-y. My living room looks like a tornado hit it, and I canât think of a single thing I accomplished today.
Tomorrow is another day.