Hey! I’ve had so many requests for a Day in the Life posts, so I hunkered down and jotted down my day on Monday, point form. The crappy thing is I didn’t take any pictures. So, that kinda sucks, I’m sorry. If I’m a good writer then I wouldn’t need them, but apparently my writing is lame because you guys would way rather read about how many Doritos I eat. When I get famous, these posts will be worth millions.
I woke up (without an alarm) at 6:45 am, came downstairs and made a coffee in my Keurig. I set out a mug and a Starbucks Sumatra coffee pod the night before so that all I have to do is beeline it to the machine and press a button while I have my morning wee. I store contacts, a toothbrush and toothpaste in the powder room off the kitchen so that I don’t wake anyone while I go about my business. Coffee (with cream) in hand, I shuffled into the family room and sat down at the MacBook to do blog stuff.
At 7:15, I threw on some running clothes (I store them in a bin in the linen closet) and ran outside for 6 miles while listening to a podcast called “Yer Mama.” I really really really wanted to like it, but I didn’t.
I got home at 8 or so. Andrew was in the shower, Callum was on the couch, Kylah was already gone and Ethan was getting ready for school. I made myself and Callum some breakfast. I had two pieces of toast with peanut butter and banana, and I made Callum a slice of French toast (I dipped the bread in a mixture of egg and eggnog!). I dissolved a vitamin D tablet in Callum’s juice (80% water, 20% apple juice). He played with his trains while I showered and got ready.
At 10, we headed to WalMart to pick up some paper and envelopes (I help Andrew do his mail-outs for work) and I also picked up the very last Christmas tree train (those junky little trains that circle the Christmas tree) for $29.99. SCORE. The kid loves me for it. Every 20 seconds he asks me if Christmas is coming yet. I may need to set up our tree sooner than later just to get the train out!
On our way home, we swung by the high school to bring Freddy a coffee. See, Jake doesn’t live with us so I come up with every excuse in the book to see that kid, so I’ll often bring him a coffee or some treats just because, but then, I don’t know. I just felt like Freddy needed a turn, right? I try and put myself in their position and feel what they might feel.
Callum and I got home and I heated us up some leftover pizza (meat lovers with red onion). I drowned my slice and a half with a huge glass of milk, and I took the vitamins that I forgot to take that morning. I then polished off the box of macadamia chocolates that Grandpa and Grandma Slane had brought back from Hawaii in September.
Once we finished our feeding, I printed out the mail-outs, folded them and stuffed them into the envelopes, stamped them (oh yeah, I had picked up stamps from the post office earlier too) and then finally at around 1pm, I sat down to have a coffee and a chocolate chip cookie, and published my Week in Review post.
Before I got Callum ready for his nap, I did my (nearly) daily 100 push-ups and stretches. I got Callum into bed by 1:50 but he didn’t fall asleep. FUCK. So by 2:15, I packed him into the running stroller and took him for a 5 mile run. He finally fell asleep at 2:50. If he didn’t nap then he would pass out on the family room area rug at 4:30 and not wake up until the kill me now hour of 4 am the next morning so a mama’s gotta do what a mama’s gotta do.
I woke him up at 3:15, while Andrew arrived home with Ethan. I had a shower, shaved, smoothed coconut oil all over tha body ya, and applied another coat of hot pink onto my toesies. Then I came downstairs a new woman and made lunches for the next day, put meat pies into the oven for dinner (I had to feed everyone early, at 4:45) and ate my huge bowl of veggies for the day (peppers, celery, tomatoes and romaine hearts) and drank my huge ass cup of water.
At 5:15, Andrew and Ethan left for soccer and I put (salted caramel) brownies into the oven (if you’re feeling intimidated by how awesome I am right now, please know that I usually light my dinner on fire, I’ve had poo accidents too many times to count, and I’ve got crops of facial hair that sprout in surprising places every 5 or so days). While the brownies were in the oven (remind me to tell you about my pot brownie story), I poured myself a glass of wine and sat down to respond to blog comments.
Andrew came home, picked Kylah up, brought her to soccer, picked up Ethan from soccer and brought him home. On my second glass, we snuggled on the couch to watch a show that my dad recommended to us but Callum was too noisy and hyper so we gave up and played trains with him.
Honestly? I didn’t document the rest of the night and I can’t for the life of me remember that far back (48 hours and counting). My best guess? It involved wine, chocolate, and sex. Yes! Sex. I remember now. Because Callum only napped 20 or so minutes, he went to bed at a decent hour. OMG I REMEMBER NOW. Okay so when Andrew drove Ethan to school the next day, Ethan said to Andrew, “Daddy, I heard Suzy making these noises last night” and then he went onto imitate me, you know, and made the noises. And Andrew, bless his heart said to him, “Well doesn’t that make you feel good knowing that your daddy and Suzy love each other?” Ethan wasn’t impressed. He was like, “Give me a break, daddy. I’m going to tell Blake about this.”
Do you take vitamin D supplements? Vitamins? Which kind?
Did you guys ever have a Christmas train around your tree?
I feel really bad that I’m not including pictures of anything in this post!