A Week in My Life is an experimental series I’m working on this week based loosely on the popular “A Day in the Life” photo diaries in which I plan to chronicle what I’m doing throughout the day, all week, with six kids in tow, flying solo while my husband’s away at school. I hope you’ll decide to drop in every-so-often during the day to see what I’m up to, and commiserate with me while I manhandle it all by myself!
Psst.. send coffee and chocolate – STAT!)
Thursday, April 29th 2010
12:00am – And still going….
1:00am – And still going… (If you’re wondering what I’m talking about, go back and read last night)
1:30am – Oh. Crap. The drawers aren’t straight, a screw sticks out of one, not allowing it close (even though it’s the right screw) and I shaved a smallish piece off the molding where the cabinet door hit it accidentally because it needs to be raised. Nothing seems to fit quite right. I can’t take this whole thing apart and do it again, but it’s just not right. I gotta go to bed, but still have chores to do. GRR!
1:35am – Coffee is on timer, now to start the dishes.
1:40am – Dishes are done, now to make pancake batter for tomorrow. Yes, I know what time it is.
1:55am – I lay my head down and immediately feel ill, as in, I just spent eleventy-billion hours working on something that sucks, kind-of ill.
4:00am – Scare myself awake that it’s time to get up. It isn’t.
5:55am – Scare myself awake (yet again) thinking I overslept. This time, completely standing up. What gives?
6:20am – Get up five minutes before alarm when I hear my oldest open and close one of the new desk’s drawers. Immediately whip out pancake batter and start thinning it a little while pouring coffee. Barely have an eye open. Frick.
6:30am – First batch on the griddle. Damn, do I hate this griddle. First time using it on the new stove, please don’t suck like the desk does.
6:45am – Oh yes, suckage abound with this griddle and oven paired together. Have to keep switching the griddle around because the large burner heats OHSOMUCHHOTTER than the smaller burner. Like, to the tune of one half of that end not cooking pancakes at all. More shit to go wrong this morning, lovely.
6:46am – Oh, but I love my children. They are so so sweet. It’s so worth it to hear their praises and see chocolate covered faces while eating chocolate-chip pancakes. Don’t worry, they’ll wash before we leave. Except Baby Dude. ‘Cuz that’s how he rolls.
7:25am- Oh. Dear. God. I don’t want to be driving this morning. I want a nap. Can I get a nap at 7 o’clock in the morning??
7:55am – Home. But still can’t rest because the house is destroyed because of this razzafrackin’ desk, so coffee it is.
8am-8:55am – Blur of coffee, cereal, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and eye daggers at the new desk. Some email worked into there, too.
9:15am – Woohoo! Score one mom! Fixed the keyboard drawer, perhaps there’s hope for the desk yet! {Slurping coffee}
10:20am – Project Un-“F’-Up the Desk is a success. All drawers and cabinets are straight! That’ll teach me to attempt to do it in the early hours of the morning. Awesome! Now can I haz a nap?
10:20am – 1:30pm – Disconnecting/reconnecting/hooking-up/purging/reorganizing the new desk and desktop computer. Banging head on aforementioned new desk because I can’t get the wireless card to hook up to the internet.
1:30pm – 2:30pm – Operation Clean Purge and Reorganize in full effect. Time to get the kiddos from school again.
3:30pm – Onward and upward, I have a house to get straight. I sure destroyed it putting this desk together. Yikes!
3:30-5:30pm – Attempts at purging, organizing amidst begging and pleading with children to clean up the playroom since that’ll be the next room we work on.
5:30pm – Task oldest to cook raviolis for dinner. Not a hard dinner – preheat oven for garlic bread, boil water for raviolis, heat veg in microwave.
6:30pm – Daughter nowhere to be found, garlic bread almost burnt, ravioli boiling in water, young children starving. What gives? Oh right, her cell phone beckons.
6:31pm – She only made two bags of raviolis. Crap. We needed three. Put another pot of water on to boil. Crapcrapcrap. Friggin phones.
6:40pm – I begin feeding the littles with what’s already prepared. Bread is cooled by now, the raviolis are just saucier than they should be, waiting on the third bag to boil.
6:50pm – Annnnd we’re sat.
7:00pm – I remind kids I still have a bookcase to put together. They don’t seem to care, it’s a comedy show at our house all the time.
7:20pm – As I build the book case, my husband calls to inform me he downloaded Skype, so we can see each other. Yay!
7:45pm – Kids go bejeebus nuts when they see him on cam. I’ve never seen so many peace signs and tongues sticking out in my life. They’re such adorable dorks. I could literally hear my husband’s heart break seeing their faces.
8:10pm – Comedy show over, hubby yawned eleventy-billion times. I, too, am smoked. Unfortunately, too much is to be done.
9:00pm – Kids bathed, chores being finished, kids not settling down, though. Damn.
10:00pm – Baby Dude is knocked the heck out. Kindergarten Dude just went down for the count. Baby Sis, though, is looking like she wants to party tonight. Mommy doesn’t want to play that game, though.
11:25pm – Kitchen clean, dishes done, things straightened, school paperwork filled out, laundry run, and Baby Sis followed me around every.step.of.the.way. unwilling to lay down and rest. Until now. THANK GOODNESS. Bedtime awaits. My pillow wants me. It’s going to be awesome.
(Are you ready for Day 6?)
Here’s the link recap from previous days:
Day 1 – Sunday
Day 2 – Monday
Day 3 – Tuesday
Day 4 – Wednesday
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