A Day in the Life

Without a doubt, the question I get asked most now that I'm a stay-at-home-mom is what I do all day. Seriously, I've been asked no less than 26-ish times since I became a mom nine weeks ago. That's like three times a week. That's a lot.

Anyway, sometimes I have a hard time articulating what it is I do all day. I know I nurse. I know I pump. I know I eat somewhere in there. I also wake up at some point. I breathe. Sit on the couch. Drink coffee. I always drink my coffee. But besides that, I have a hard time explaining what I do. While I wouldn't say Eli and I have a routine, there's definitely a rhythm to our day. And I suppose I'd be curious too, so one day I figured I'd just write down everything I did all day so I could accurately tell people what I typically do or at the very least, point people to this blog post.

So, one week ago today I wrote everything down and I've only now just gotten around to editing it and adding pics from the day to show you all. Acutally, I only have pics from the first half of the day or maybe a fourth of it, I started off strong after I got my coffee, then completely forgot to document the day as it went on - please forgive me. Here we go:

6:15 a.m. I hear Eli starting to rustle in the nursery, he's making noise so I go in to check on him - they're happy noises and his eyes are still closed so I go back to bed and attempt to tune him out while I catch some extra zzz's.

6:38 a.m. Eli's awake - I know by the urgency of his fusses. He still hasn't cried yet, so I go into the nursery to see if he'll take his Nuk buying me more time. (After typing this, I feel very lazy).

6:43 a.m. Eli has spit out the Nuk and is full on crying. I go in to soothe him (I really want to train him to wake up at 7 a.m.) but then I remember that this is his second night of only waking up once to eat, so he's probably starving. I pick him up, change his diaper and try to hold him off till 7 a.m. but buckle by 6:48 a.m.

6:48 a.m. Eli nurses while I catch up on blog reading on my phone. Once he's finished, I also pump so I have so milk for storage.

7:20 a.m. Eli gets a bath

7:35 a.m. I get myself ready while Eli smiles at the light above our bed.

7:45 a.m. We go downstairs to play and I make a quick cup of coffee.

8:15 a.m. Eli's showing signs of being tired - long slow blinks and yawning, so I take him back upstairs to the nursery for his morning nap. I shut the shades to make the room dark, turn on his sound machine, wrap him up in a swaddle and sing him a song. By the end of the first verse, his eyes are closed and I leave. Today's nap is a bit earlier than normal, probably because he woke up earlier - he only has about 1.5 hours in him after he wakes up in the morning before he needs his nap.

8:15 a.m. Normally I have about 2.5-3 hours of "free time" and I like to put it to good use. I make a huge batch of oatmeal for my morning breakfasts that I'll freeze and eat for the next two weeks (I'll share my method tomorrow - I think you guys are gonna like it), take care of that extra milk from the morning's pumping session, edit Eli's two month photos, drink more coffee, put away dishes from last night, meal plan and make a grocery list, and plan out my week.

Obviously, I did not stage my photos at all. This is my messy house in all it's glory. I swear that pillow usually has a karate chop in it.

10:45 a.m. I go pump and prep Eli's bottle so I can be ready when he wakes up next.

11 a.m. Like clockwork, Eli wakes up ready for his next feeding. I feed him and after we play, he lies under the play-yard-jungle-gym-thing while I make funny noises and try to make him smile.

11:50 a.m. Eli's tired of the gym, so we go outside to check out the garden and get some Vitamin D. I put him in his bouncer and set him next to the garden, while I plant some carrots, pull a few weeds and generally look around and pat myself on the back because I see some bean and lettuce plants are just popping up. I try to make Eli look at them, but he's more interested in the sky.

I find our Lilly of the Valley has bloomed, so I cut some and pretend Eli has given them to me. Such a sweet boy.

1 p.m. We come inside and I look around for some lunch - it's my lucky day, I have leftovers from Brasa, a local restaurant that we ate at the night before with some friends. I absolutely hate making food for one, so this makes me super happy when I remember.

1:20 p.m. Eli's beginning to cat nap in his bouncer.  I have yet to find success in taking him up to his nursery to sleep in the afternoons.  He tends to fuss every twenty minutes if I try to put him down for an "official" nap, so I'm seeing what he'll do if I leave him in the living room in his bouncer but don't interact with him at all. He lays there drifting in and out of sleep - mostly "in" - and we call it a success, at the very least, he got in a good amount of "quiet time."

While Eli's chilling, I make another cup of coffee, catch up on a few more emails that came in over lunch, fold and stuff cloth diapers, pay a few bills online, cut up old blankets to make some additional cloth wipes, work on some baby announcements I'm helping a friend with, and work on a blog post for later in the week.

3 p.m. It's time for Eli to eat, so he nurses while I watch a cooking show.

3:45 p.m. Eli and I hang after I change his clothes from a massive spit up he had while nursing. I attempt to make him smile as much as I can - talking in weird voices, smiling like I'm in a Miss America pageant, and squeezing his thighs, belly and cheeks to see how he'll react. He mostly just looks at the window above my head.

4:15 p.m. Eli and I go on a quick walk around the neighborhood.

4:45 p.m.  I throw in a load of laundry and do a quick blitz of the house so it looks picked up when Mike gets home. Eli's getting fussy so I bounce and cuddle him.

5:00 p.m. It's tacos for dinner tonight so in between trying to keep Eli happy in his bouncer that I've dragged to the kitchen, I make taco meat and rice and set up a taco bar for us.

5:45 p.m. Mike's home. He greets me and then heads straight for Eli. We talk a bit, I switch the laundry and Mike makes Eli smile bigger than he has all day. Kinda annoying. Kinda awesome.

6:00 p.m. We eat on the couch, trading shifts for who holds Eli since he's fussy.

6:30 p.m. I'm headed to hang out with a few girlfriends that night, so I get ready to leave. I put away all the cold items from dinner but leave the rest for later, gather my pumping supplies, set out Eli's bottle for his 7 p.m. feeding, and prep Mike on what Eli's going to need before bed. Mike tells me that he's only "slightly nervous" for me to leave  but it will be worth it because Eli's been "looking forward to a 'boy's night' since he was born." This leaves me feeling very somewhat confident, somewhat anxious.

6:45 p.m. I head to a friend's for some quality time with some gals.

9:30 p.m. I'm back home and get the play-by-play from Mike on how their "boy's night" went. "Swimmingly," is the vague answer I receive. Mike finished cleaning the kitchen while I was gone, but there are dirty dishes that still need to be washed. I hate, hate, hate waking up to a dirty kitchen, so I wash them, prep my coffee for the morning, organize and gather my pumping supplies for the night feeding and put some milk in storage.

10 p.m. Mike and I head for bed. I read a bit of a book, Mike watches some basketball game on his laptop, we have a quiet time and talk about what's ahead for the week.

11 p.m. Lights out to get a few zz's before Eli wakes around 2 a.m. and we start it all over again.


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