A day in the life.

My days are pretty much the same.

EVERY DAY. ALL DAY. EVERY WEEK.

I kinda get annoyed at Jace when he calls at lunch and asks what we've been up to.

Uh hello! You know what we do.

So here is our (mine and nash's) typical day--sans doctor appointments or other errands that must be done.

6 AM: Nash wakes up...hes only been asleep for 6-7 hours. Dont think so kiddo!! Here is a bottle, diaper change, and you ARE going back to sleep.

9 AM: Nash wakes up for good. He is STARVING. No...wait he WAS starving. Now all he wants to do is play in his room with his "durdle" (nash for 'turtle', which is actually a dinosaur.)

9:30-10 AM: I finally drag him away from durdle and strip him down so he can eat breakfast. Oh yeah...hes decided hes STARVING again and now I'm the one that is not moving fast enough for him. I make him toast with jelly, and cut up a bunch of fruit. It all gets thrown on the ground. I make scrambled eggs and put ketchup on them...and he eats them. Hallelujah. "OOPS"...I turn around and nash has tossed his juice and its spilled all over the floor. Now I clean up the second mess of the day.

--Nash wont eat all of his food without a show to distract him...so we have Little Einsteins going. (He expects me to sing along, to "pat..pat...pat...blastoff" no matter WHAT i'm doing or WHERE I am. If i'm in the bathroom--he comes and finds me and pats his chest and lifts his arms until I do the same. Then he runs back to his show.)

10:30 AM: Nash is "all done" (thanks signing time!) and now wants "bat?" That is Nash for bath. And hes made such a disaster of himself---he gets one.

10:35 AM: Nash has dumped so much water on the bathroom floor that I now do not have to mop. Or shower.

10:45-11:30 AM: Baby signing time is requested. And by requested, I mean demanded with signs and cries. I have now watched the same episode for the millionth time. I know the words backwards and forwards. I know the signs. Nash even anticipates which signs are coming on next. I think Rachel has an annoying laugh. Its totally fake. And we get it lady--you can sing. was holding that ONE note out for as long as you did, REALLY necessary?? And yes...I have this conversation in my head, and to Nash multiple times a day. Also...during signing time Nash has virtually emptied his entire toy chest and bookshelf and strung everything through our whole house. My clean house that I spent 2 hours on after he went to bed last night?...yeah its even worse today. ..We need to go get some medicine. I need shoes. crap. Where is my right shoe?? Oh. In the random kitchen drawer that Nash somehow got open. Awesome. (seriously...Nash hides things. if you come to my house...you have been warned!) If we dont need to go anywhere I read either 10 different books back to back or the same book over and over until I beg Nash to get a different one.

12 PM: NAPTIME!!! Nash typically gets super grumpy super fast. Hes fine one minute and then BAM! Hes at my feet, crying, holding his blanket, and signing and saying "milk". Once I finally give him his "bobble" he lets out a giggle. And then drinks it in .5 seconds and spends the next 45 MINUTES playing in his crib with his stuffed animals. IF no one rings the doorbell, drops something really loud, unloads the dishwasher, or heaven forbids LAUGHS...he naps for a solid hour. Which means he is in his room for about 2 hours. Even though he wakes up slightly grumpy because he is tired...naptime is bliss because he's not trying to swallow a magnet, or climbing the couch and kamakazing off, or begging for me to hold him, or trying to close the toilet lid WHILE i'm still sitting there doing my business. 

12-2 PM: This is when I market my business'...make doctor appointments...make grocery lists...when I have clients come over...when I shower...or when I clean up the disaster that was Nash when he was awake. Jace calls and asks how my day is and what we are doing...i get frustrated.

2 PM: IT IS AWAKE. and IT IS HUNGRY. Nash gets up and repeats the same thing he did for breakfast. Half of what I make him ends up on the floor. He wont eat all of it without a show so we go and try Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Its his FAVORITE. However...the only clubhouse on Netflix is Road Rally...and we have watched it 4 billion times. I'm pretty sure that is an accurate estimation by the way. However..."Meow mouse" (mickey mouse) enthralls the kid. He lets me clean him up (he asked for a bath, but I said no) and then parks it to finish road rally. Oh, but not without getting the bazillion toys out again.

3 PM: We go outside (its a scorching 110 degrees and 1000 degrees humidity...thanks monsoons). I sweat through my clothes in 5 minutes. I have to hose off the swing set because we would get 3rd degree burns on them.

3:20 PM: I couldnt take it anymore. We go back inside. Nash is distraught.

3:30 PM: We go to grandma and papa's house around the block. We go swimming in the tepid-almost-as-warm-as-outside-water. Nash counts hundreds of airplanes. He also tries to drown himself about 30 times.

4 PM: We hang out with grandma and randy. Nash is in heaven. He loves their home.

5 PM: I try to put Nash down for a second nap. It doesn't always happen. However, if he didnt take a good nap early on, he typically goes down for another one. He is SUPER GRUMPY this time of night. I collapse on the couch because I'm so exhausted. That is only IF I dont have clients coming over.

6:30 PM: I start making dinner...if I cook that night. Its been really hit or miss lately and I feel bad about it.

6:31 PM: If I decided not to do dinner, I'll spend the next 45 minutes until Jace calls when hes off work, feeling really really guilty and watching NCIS on netflix.

7 PM: Nash is awake! Generally. If not, I wake him up. He gets dinner--no matter what. He cant wait until Jace gets home--its too late. He is a disaster again. Then he asks for a bath--which I go give him. He wants me to sing "Popcorn" over and over and over again because my voice is that beautiful. Ha. He gets a kick out of saying "popcorn", and "meeeeeee!" 

7:45 PM: On a good night, Jace gets home about now...however most nights its more like 8 PM. We eat dinner and talk about our day while Nash runs about willy nilly and further destroys the house. I'm 99.9% sure Jace thinks I dont clean, or do dishes, or anything all day every day. Jace plays with Nash for a bit...we read the same books as earlier, but daddy does funny voices. 

9-9:30PM: We start getting Nash ready for bed. I know that 9:30 is late to alot of people, but for us and our non-sleeping son, its been a really good time. I'm hoping to up it to 9 by this fall. We get him in jammies, bobble in hand, his blanket in the other and his (my old) kitty in the crook of his arm. He folds his arms, signalling us to have family prayer. We finish, he pulls the bobble out of his mouth and says "mamen" (amen), gives kisses and says "nigh-night". 

9:30 PM: I'm on the computer working...either editing photos, or scheduling clients for the coming days. Jace is winding down by playing a video game. 

10:30 PM: I finish. I make Jace turn on our show and we watch together until we head to bed. 

11:30 PM: We head to bed. Lately jace been going to bed before me...I just cant seem to turn my brain off. SO....

11:30 PM-1 AM: I stay up and clean the house. Gearing up for my almost identical day tomorrow.

I'll say this though...being a mom?... ITS HARD. But, being a mom? ITS THE BEST.