A Day in the Life. . .

I always find it interesting to peek behind the curtain at how other moms manage their busy schedules to see what tips and tricks I can pick up to help me improve my balancing act.  So I figured I would pay it forward and share my day with you. I don’t pretend that my life is half as exciting as Gwyneth Paltrow’s. . . just a normal working mom here, trying to get from day to day. If you’re interested in sharing a day in your life, shoot me an e-mail!

5:30 a.m.    Alarm goes off. . . immediately hit snooze (at least three times). Finally roll out of bed cursing the fact that I stayed up too late the night before (again).

6:45 a.m.    Showered, dressed, and ready to go, I hear Olivia yelling “Mommy!” at the top of her lungs and drop kicking her toys out of her crib. When I go into her room, she announces that she has pretty pigtails, which are really two gigantic knots on either side of her head. Great.

6:50 a.m.    Spend at least 5 minutes arguing with a 2-year-old about why she does, in fact, have to wear pants to daycare because, among other things, it’s 40° outside. I switch gears and tackle the knots, thinking this will distract her from the pants issue. Wrong. So wrong. She might win the award for the earliest tantrum of the day.

7:35 a.m.   Olivia decides pants are acceptable and we’re out the door, but only after pulling out every winter hat before we found one that wasn’t itchy, too small, or “scary.” I realize halfway to daycare that, while I made sure to grab all of Olivia’s stuff, I walked out of the house with no coffee, no breakfast, and no lunch. Awesome. Guess it’s a McDonald’s morning, because our Starbucks doesn’t have a drive thru and I have no patience left to get out of the car.

8:40 a.m.    Make it to work and jump right in. I don’t have a single meeting all day, which is a minor miracle. I may actually get some stuff crossed off my list today, woo hoo! Blah blah blah work. For lunch, I run down to the cafe to get a Reuben and scarf it down at my desk while editing some copy. Blah blah more work.

5:05 p.m.    I’m out! Have to stop at the dry cleaners on the way home to pick up our clothes, which puts me a bit behind.

6:15 p.m.    Walk in the door and immediately get tackled by a blur of pink and pigtails. I throw my stuff down, kiss my hellos, then it’s time to throw dinner together. Luckily, my husband is awesome and he’s already started prepping. I write out the menu for the week every Sunday on a chalkboard in our kitchen so there’s never a question as to what is for dinner- this also helps me shop smart and only buy what I need. Tonight it’s pork tacos – YUM! We’re able to sit down to eat at 6:45 p.m., just 15 minutes behind our normal schedule. I’m so thankful tonight isn’t my Pilates class, so I get a few minutes to play with Olivia, color, and snuggle instead of rushing out the door.

7:30 p.m.    Bedtime for bonzo! We troop upstairs to brush teeth, take vitamins, and wrestle our little fish into a clean diaper and jammies. If possible, my husband and I always tag team bedtime to make it go faster. We do bath time every other night to help Olivia’s eczema, so we get lucky tonight (no bath!). Time for a quick bedtime story. Thank you, Sandra Boynton, for your super short books, but you will have to explain to me why the animals take a bath, put on pajamas. . . and then go work out. Makes no sense.

8:50 p.m.    Dishes are done, lunches are packed, laundry is in. Ahhhhhhh . . . I get to sit down! With wine!! I spend the next hour and a half checking e-mail, catching up on Facebook/Twitter, doing blog research, writing, watching the last episode of New Girl, etc.

10:30 p.m.  I climb into bed fully intending to be asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.

11:25 p.m.    Damn you Daily Show. Better turn off the TV so I have half a prayer of getting up on time tomorrow.

About mommachine

I am a wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend and colleague. And trying to balance all of those roles at once can be utterly exhausting. Being the Type A control freak that I am, I try to run my life like a well-oiled machine. But sometimes the wheels get a bit squeaky (or just fly off completely, let's be honest). I have to slow down (yeah right, I know), give the different parts of my life a little tune-up and get back on the road.

2 Responses to A Day in the Life. . .

  1. I am exhausted just reading this! How many nights a week do you go to Pilates/exercise?

    • mommachine says:

      Pilates is just Tuesday nights for an hour and a half. Other than that, I’m not great with working out consistently. I need to figure out a schedule, but I’m having trouble balancing it with blogging, working, and just being a mom/wife.