In my last post I neatly listed a set of goals that I try to accomplish each day in my quest to â€śjuggle it allâ€ť. I may have also mentioned that I donâ€™t 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 Iâ€™d 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. Iâ€™m 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 (Iâ€™d begun drafting something about making healthy meals from scratch a couple days ago). Instead I buy a diaper bag we canâ€™t 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 donâ€™t 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 didnâ€™t 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, Iâ€™m 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 donâ€™t have a plan for dinner. We swing by and grab a pizza on our way (Itâ€™s 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 havenâ€™t been able to write â€“ and Iâ€™m not feeling very juggle-it-all-y. My living room looks like a tornado hit it, and I canâ€™t think of a single thing I accomplished today.
Tomorrow is another day.