A day in the life.

[LuminousMom]

Just... living the dream.

 

7:12: wake up to son, 4, staring me in the face. "mommy? I want some eggs n toast, please."

ok son. You didnt fall asleep until 11:30pm... despite being put in bed at 8:30pm... and I dont know HOW you are so freaking chipper at 7 oclock in the damn mornin.. but eggs and toast it is.

7:20: try to wake up the two year old. Shes a bit like me.. she just rolls over and goes back to sleep when you try and wake her up. Well.. breakfast can wait for her I guess.

7:23: daughter stumbles into the kitchen.. crying.. because we didnt wake her up. OK.

7:45: breakfast over. Kids head off to watch a bit of TV. yay. 45 minutes of freedom before "class" begins. CRASH... thats the noise of the bin holding the mega blocks tipping over. Oh joy. 
Unload dishwasher from last night. reload dishwasher. sweep floor.. doesnt need to be swept but.. what else is there to do? clean the countertops.. wipe down the dining room table.. la..dee..da. Wander aimlessly.. check email..

8:00: BLOODCURDLING SCREAM... there is a fly. In the windowsill. "BEE! ITS A BEE!" shrieks the daughter.

8:05: Still trying to kill the "BEE" as daughter hops around.. naked.. screaming behind me. Where are her damn clothes NOW?! Ah.. in the bathroom.. well. At least she used the potty.

8:07: Chasing naked 2 year old who runs miraculously fast through house holding dress and panties. Look like crazy person to neighbors? Check.

8:30: "school" starts. Sit down with the kids. Do flashcards. They know all the answers. Bored kids... they paint for awhile. Painting paper becomes painting eachother, table, walls, mom... yay.

9:45: Sidda runs away for a few minutes.. think.."she must be going potty! Good girl!" but she comes back holding two slices of American cheese, screaming "CHEEEEEEEZ! I WANT CHEEEEEEZ." feeding time.

9:46: snack.. cut up some apples, go play outside. I'm already checking the clock... its only 10:00am? 10 more hours until DH gets home? oh. yay. Kids take turns spraying the crap out of eachother with the hose, and the cars next door, and the dogs, and me... then scream they want new clothes, because those ones are wet. Cue outfit change #48 of the day. Water+Dirt=Mud... cue screaming about dirty feet. Think my kids might have some of my OCD?

12:00: lunch. All the kids want is ramen noodles. Ramen. Ramen. Ramen. I wont let them eat ramen. Dad will. Compromise.. Ramen with veggies and eggs in it. OK. Eat all noodles.. leave eggs and veggies behind. yay.

12:21: What now? I dont even freaking know. Kids dont know either. We would walk.. except.. its 96 freaking degrees outside. So.. no walk. Settle on reading a book. Make that 10 books. Meanwhile, my daughter must remove EVERY book from the shelves.. and stack them randomly around the room.

1:30: Naptime! (in my dreams.) actually... its Wall-E time. EVERY DAMN DAY. Wall-E. Playdough and Wall-E. I dust some dust that isnt really there. Collect up some laundry, so that I can forget its in the washer, let it get all musty smelling, and have to rewash it tonight.

1:45: Sidda dumps her bottle of water out on the dogs head. Yay. Wet spot gets stepped in about 40 times that afternoon.. every single time I wonder "is that dog pee?" and have to get down and sniff it to make sure its not. Because I have OCD. damnit.

2:00: I get out my easel. Silly me.. my KIDS easel... whoever thinks they can do art with toddlers.. they are wrong. I haven't painted anything without "assistance" or disruption in 4 years.

2:15: Turn off Wall-E. Nobodies watching it. waste of electricity.

2:16: Turn on Wall-E. Nobodies watching it... but 4 year old screaming about Wall-E is enough to give me an aneurysm.

2:30: Walk into front yard for a few minutes to take a deep breath, step in the wet spot on my way out. Creepy neighbor kid glares at me... weird ass kid... freaks me out. makes me go back inside. Somehow.. in the 5 minutes I've been standing on the deck, the living room has exploded. Every toy we own is on the floor... as well as a half empty bag of edamame beans, which have been artfully strewn about. W.T.F.

Stare at clock for awhile... still another 5 and a half hours until DH gets home. At least cleaning this up will take a few minutes. 

2:45: Chop up a bunch of veggies for the stir fry I am making for dinner. Its too early.. but I am bored. Temperature is now 100 degrees outside.. but the kids are wining about going back out into it.. so away we go. Dont these kids know I am a delicate flower who will wilt in such extreme circumstance? I guess not.

2:45-4:00: spend my afternoon running inside to answer DH's calls "whatcha doin'? nothin? me either. (silence)" You know.. its nice when he calls, but if he doesnt have anything to SAY... dont call! Getting cups of water which promptly get used as water cannons.. telling the kids to stay out of the dog run.. and running around with a flip flop in my hand killing every "Bee" my daughter sees.

4:00: still 4 hours until DH gets home. Kids pass out on the floor, one shoe on, one shoe off. Instead of taking a nap, I waste about 2 hours on facebook. Very productive. Why nap at 4 instead of 1:30? I dont know. They just do. Because of this, they wont sleep.

6:00: kids wake up. Make them their dinner, DH gets home too late for them to eat with us. They eat. Go back outside for an hour. Its really all we have to do. Do some more flashcards while creepy neighbor kid glares at us. Ah the good life.

7:00: DH calls.. driving home.. on his 70 minute commute...

7:35: start cooking dinner. Kids scream bloody murder when I bring them inside. HI neighbors! Sorry.. I know it sounds like my kids are being murdered from the way they are screaming, but really they are just acting like spoiled brats! Go back to your creepy staring now!

8:10: DH walks in. Kids greet him with the enthusiasm of a million dollars being placed in your hands. OH MY GOD ITS DADDY! HOLY CRAP! AAAAAAH! DAAAADDDDDDDDDDY!

8:12: Stir Fry. High point of the day. Kids insist on eating AGAIN... as always. But... Micah wont eat chicken. Sidda eats it all, or rather.. her clothes and the floor eat it all.

8:30: DH loads dishwasher. I love this man. Tuck kids in... but they dont go to sleep for another 3 hours. Go into their room about 100 times in the next 3 hours. Doesnt help.

11:55: get on cafemom. bitch about life.

 

 

I really never thought I would miss wearing suits to the office. But I do. I adore my kids. But doing the same thing every single day is really getting to me. Going to the grocery store has become a TREAT... its like an ADVENTURE! that... is sad. I am officially a friendless hermit. No.. scratch that.. I have friends.. lots of them! But they are 900 miles away. I am a displaced hermit.

Now.. DH wants to move. He even found a house he loves... I wasnt crazy about it.. our house right now was built in 1906, it has 10 foot ceilings and charm up the arse... this house was built in 1999 and is plain in every way possible.. nothing special, no architecture.. just a box with windows. Wooptydoo. I support us moving closer to his work.. its the area where most people he works with live.. but we have to sell our house first.. and I love our house. Its me. How much further back would this place my dream?

I know EXACTLY what I want to do with my life... but I have no way to get to it. bo know what I can do to change it. I cant afford daycare. I have applied for 67 jobs, not a single one will hire me... I've been unemployed for 2.5 years and my last job was only 6 months. They wont touch me. I cant afford school, because I cant afford daycare while I am IN school. Made money selling my soaps... but not enough to restock supplies.. so here I am, in limbo.

I am like a dog with a steak tied to a stick, dangling in front of my face. "HERE IS YOUR DREAM! GO GET IT GIRL!!" But no matter how hard or how fast I run.. that steak will always be 6 inches too far.