I spend the next 45 minutes or so shooing Max away from the TV stand, getting onto him for being mean to the dog, soothing him when he falls or pinches his finger in a toy, getting climbed on and smacked, and singing an assortment of songs to entertain him.
7:15- Max goes into the high chair and I make him breakfast. I clean him up and we go back to the living room to play. Well, not exactly play.... more like Max gets into anything and everything and I chase him around. He's under the computer desk, he's trying to climb on the TV stand and smack the TV, he has found a random crumb of paper or leaf or something and I fish it out of his mouth. Oops, mommy left a glass of water in reach.... He's climbing over the couch, trying to pull down the curtains when.... oh wait, was that a yawn??? Yep! Yawn and an eye rub and a little whine. Could it be??? NAP TIME!!!!!!!
9:00- I change Max's diaper, give him his paci, and lay him in his crib. He whines for about 15 seconds and then silence. I make myself another cup of coffee. I drink it in peace while browsing facebook on my phone. I go upstairs and grab a pair of socks and a sports bra--work out time! Uh oh, I realize I haven't eaten yet. I quickly eat a banana, grab a bottle of water and head to the basement. I turn on Pandora and sweat my butt off on my elliptical for the next 30 minutes. I stand in front of the a/c unit to cool myself off for a few minutes... Then I realize I need to shower before a certain someone wakes up. I take the dog outside and then shower. I peek in at Max who is still snoozing and get dressed. I unload and load the dishwasher and go to sit on the couch.... I have no more sat down and turned the channel from Sprout to Bravo and I hear Max.
10:30- Max is up from his nap. I change his diaper and get him dressed. He comes downstairs and has a snack in his high chair. We go to the living room and I get Max's tunnel out.. Maybe that will entertain him for a bit. He and Leo crawl through the tunnel and Max laughs hysterically. He thinks Leo is hilarious. Silence. I peek in the tunnel and Max is sitting still and grunting. I change his dirty diaper. Sesame Street is on! The only TV show he even kind of likes so we watch for a few minutes here and there. He has a short attention span but is an Elmo fan! We are bored of being inside so we go outside and Max plays on his climber and slide. We retire once he starts trying to eat dirt and bear crawl towards the driveway. What time is it? It's time for lunch! What time is it? It's time for lunch! Yes, I am singing this to Max. Thank you, Bubble Guppies.
12:00- I make Max & I lunch. While I've got him contained in the high chair I decide to vacuum the rugs in the living room. He screams. He hates the vacuum. I soothe Max from the traumatizing vacuum experience and clean up the lunch dishes while Max climbs on and pinches my legs. Max eats a piece of dog food and gets in trouble for splashing in Leo's water. Back to the living room we go! Max throws a fit because he wants to play in the kitchen.. aka. he wants to eat more dog food and play in the tiny water bath. Max finds a shoe-I'm not sure where since I strategically place them out of his reach- and cries when I wont let him chew on it. I run upstairs to quickly use the bathroom and Max bangs on the gate to the stairs, yelling and giggling and saying "mamama". I bring a book downstairs and we read said book 3 times until he is bored of sitting still. Max opens the wipe caddy and before I know it he has approximately 15 wipes pulled out and one in his mouth. I take it away and he cries and flaps his arms at me (his way of really letting me have it). Once he is over being mad at me- 30 seconds later- he climbs onto my lap and rubs his eyes. Nap time #2!
1:20- Max gets changed and goes down for nap #2. While he is sleeping I wash bottles/sippy cups, start a load of laundry, fold the clothes that have been in the dryer for who knows how many days, take the dog out, I throw something in the crock pot for dinner, call a friend from home for a quick chat and then I hear Max.
3:00-Max is up, changed, and in his high chair for a snack. I clean him up and we go outside for a change of scenery. He plays on his climber for a bit. I get the bubbles out which fascinate him for a while. He can't quite figure out where they go when they pop. We go back inside. I put Max in his play pen so I can switch the laundry. Once back upstairs, Max "helps" me fold the laundry... Ha! By "helps" I mean he destroys my organized piles and tries to climb into the basket. He cries when the basket tips over and he falls. I set Max in the basket on top of the folded clothes and carry the basket upstairs to the bedrooms. Max giggles. He loves riding in the basket. I set Max in front of his toy box in his bedroom so I can put his clothes away. He tries to escape from the bedroom so I close the door. He cries when his access to the hallway and stairs are denied. Max pulls his blankets and towels off of his changing table while I hang his clothes in his closet. I look over and he has a handful of q-tips. I take them away and he flaps his arms and yells at me. I am so mean. We go back to the living room to play. Max throws the remote control and the batteries fly out. He goes after them and whines when I beat him to it. It's that whiny time of the evening- ugh!
5:00- Max goes into his high chair for dinner. I switch the laundry and clean Max up from dinner. Max climbs and wallers on me while I fold this load. Okay, husband, you can come home aaaaaaanytime now. Like an answered prayer, the back door opens and Max squeals and crawls as fast as his knees will allow him toward his daddy.
6:30 (on a good day)- Husband is home! He changes clothes and plays with Max.
6:50- Bath time. I undress Max while he tries to climb into the tub. He yells and jabbers at his duck and boats while I wash him. I let Max play in the tub until he starts
attempting to climb out. I lather Max in lotion and put his pajamas on him. He gets his teeth brushed and we go back downstairs. He plays with daddy a little more and I make him a bottle.
7:30-Max drinks his milk and then is off to bed. After putting Max to bed, I pick the toys up from the living room and toss them into my makeshift toy box (play pen).
Hubby & I eat dinner. I clean up the dinner dishes, put away left overs, and fold the rest of the laundry.
8:15- Hubby & I sit down to watch TV and relax until bedtime.
This is a regular day at home without errands, appointments, or play dates. 5 out of 7 days a week are typically like this one. I say typically because husband is not always home before Max goes to bed, I don't do laundry daily, and Max sometimes wakes before 6:15, sometimes after. Each day is different but similar! Being a mommy is tiring business! I can't imagine working full time outside of the home while trying to get all of this done too. I love being a stay at home mom but breaks away from the house -ALONE- are much needed and appreciated! Contrary to popular belief, stay at home moms don't just lay on the couch in their pajamas all day watching soap operas and shopping online...
Although I am quite the online shopper ;-)
