A day in the life.
Stay at home mom who works from home and is married to a firefighter.
The firefighter pulled out of the drive to work last 12 for EMS. I’m not jumping for joy about it but since his EMS PRN money goes towards Flame Fest 2014, that makes it better. I’m used to the 48’s so what is a 60? I’m sure by Wednesday morning I’ll be singing a different song. Nothing productive or interesting happens. Fast forward to morning.
6:15 am. I reluctantly roll out of bed, wake the 12 year old. I feel like something from The Walking Dead. I didn’t sleep very well last night, the 3 year old was sleeping like a boxer. (Yes, she came and got into my bed sometime in the middle of the night) I’m not sure what happened next… I fell back asleep once I heard the big one get on the bus. That rarely happens. I woke up at 7:45am and went to the bathroom and then it’s straight to the coffee pot… feet draggin and one eye closed as the light is too bright. I love my coffee. My precious.
On the list for today: It’s Monday and the countdown is on for my 3 year old’s 4th Birthday Party. Somehow the stars aligned and her birthday fell on a Saturday this year, a Saturday that daddy isn’t on shift. I have a feeling that I will have to pay for that in some way or another this week, that just seems too easy. Today I really need to get work sorted and make sure I am on task and use my time wisely so that I can get ahead, get most of the week’s housework done and get the last minute things done for the party. We both need new tires and oil changes, we need to be looking for the best deal. We also have speech therapy today. Whew.
8:30 am and the 3 year old is up… demanding food. It always wants to eat! I was mid cup of coffee #2. A banana and cup of tea make her just happy. By 9:30 she is asking for more food and again at 11, which ends up being Cheetos! This kid eats every hour on the hour I think.
12:30 pm Lunch and on our way to Speech therapy soon. We have salads. My 3 year loves salad!
1:40 pm. I haven’t talked to my husband since he left last night. I guess the hug and kiss when he left was plenty because he didn’t even tell me goodnight! That’s ok. I know they ran a fire this morning, I read it on our local News. He mentioned recently they didn’t have a toaster so I ran into Goody’s and grabbed one for the Fire Dept that I had seen on an 80% clearance rack. Extra 30% off! Hey, it might be LIME green but for $3.49, it will do the job! I called him to make sure he was there, it was on the way to speech therapy. He answered and I ran by long enough to literally give him a kiss, let him kiss the kid and take the toaster. I didn’t have any time. I miss him. Corny, I know but he is my BFF!
1:59pm. We were almost late to Kassidy’s speech therapy. It’s only 30 minutes but sitting in the front office of a Primary School gives me a headache. They are super busy, people are in and out, the phone is ringing off the hook, kids are waiting on parents, one kid beating his feet on the floor repetitively, kids waiting to see the principal and it just keeps going. Headache. I wish HE had to bring her, I always bring her. Sitting for 30 minutes drove me bonkers.
2:45 pm and we are on our way home! There is housework waiting for me and who knows what is for supper.
3:40 the middle schooler is home and full of it. There is always something. You know, life is so hard for a 12 year old. She is starving and acts like I’ve told her she must sacrifice a small animal when I tell her what her chores are today. Like something happened and there are no more chores. Every.day.battle. My patience for this phase of life has grown very thin. I’m surprised there are so many people in the world because I don’t know how these hormonal kids survive puberty! I chant, “It’s just a phase.” to remind myself one day she will be calmer.
4:30pm Well. I hope it doesn’t keep me up but I needed coffee time if I was going to be productive.
4:32 pm My mother is calling. An hour long conversation about medical things and some other things I really don’t want to think about. Man, it really sucks to grow up. This is pretty much the only low of today, besides I talked to her for an hour out of my housework time. That isn’t even a complaint, it can wait… isn’t going anywhere! Oh well, add it to tomorrow’s list!
6pm the 12 year old cooked supper. Thank God because my head was about to explode. Having a raging tween has its benefits sometimes.
Throw in some laundry, homework and bath times and thank you Lord, it’s time for the little one to go to bed! It’s almost 8pm! She demands every night for a book or a sing (a song). Then the same for her larger than life Kitty Cat plush. Yes, I’m also instructed to hug and “kissy” it every.single.night.too. Some nights I have next to zero tolerance for this but soon enough she’ll not even want me to tuck her in. Tonight was “Mr. Brown can Moo… Can You?”. I feel like I’ve watched our kids grow up, alone. He misses everything. He isn’t just missing physically, he is feeling the effects of missing out too. I haven’t heard from him today yet. Being tired makes me super sensitive. I can really feel myself NEEDING to go to sleep soon.
8:15 pm I’m too tired to shower. I’m just ready to lay down. Ready to say my prayers. Yes, I’m skipping my shower. It happens. Today hasn’t been bad by any means but the lack of sleep is just taking its toll. I still haven’t heard anything from the husband, I generally don’t worry because being such a small rural area… word spreads like butter and all seems calm. The tv is going off at 9pm and I am hopefully getting the sleep my body (and mind) is needing. About the time my body relaxes and I had given up hope that he was calling tonight, he calls. Ah. Busy days We both kept it short, both already in bed! Here is to a more productive tomorrow.
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