Griffin comes in to wake us up at 6, snuggle for about 1o minutes. Sean gets ready for work, wave at the window, "ByeBye!" Finish breakfast (yogurt, Eggo waffles, milk, still hungry?! apple). Griffin sits and watches Word World (thanks Karen!) on the laptop while I check the family blog, put up an Ipod on Craigslist, change diaper, and get my fill of celebrity gossip (Ann Coulter is cuh-razy!)
Word World is over, Griffin is restless. Another diaper. Griffin colors in the living room while I try to take a picture of the dog, try again to post on Craigslist. Hear breaking glass. Griffin, trying to be helpful tossed a glass in the sink. Oh well, no one was hurt. Time to get dressed, spend 15 minutes looking for a lost shoe. Vague desire to pull hair out. Griffin downstairs to play with choo-choo's. There's the other shoe! Run upstairs to finish posting about dog.
Time to go to story time at the library, put on coats, outside, "look, the neighbor's cat. Hi cat!" Pet cat, throw rocks into the gutter, time to go. Story time, sing songs, listen to books, Griffin loves it. Spend 30 minutes picking up and flipping through every Thomas book in the shelf. Play on the giant books with other kids. Time to go. Carry Griffin out kicking and screaming. Stop at the grocery store to pick up lunch. "Griffin, don't touch the apples"..."Griffin, help mommy pick up the apples off the floor." Urge to pull hair out returns. Time to go!
Back home, lunchtime. (Peanut butter sandwich and fruit juice)
Time for nap. Read three books. Sleep tight. Griffin stays awake and plays in his room. Try to finish posting on the dog, lose internet connection, lose the whole thing! Shit, while we were gone someone posted on a black lab the same age. UGH! Hands drift up to head to pull hair. Decide chocolate is a better alternative. Time to get Griffin to sleep. Change diaper, "whoa!" No wonder he couldn't sleep! Read more books, point out body parts (eyes, ears, and nose, you sickos!) sing songs. Whew! Finally asleep. During the nap I finally finish posting the dog on Craigslist, pick up the kitchen, contemplate folding the laundry, but end up curling up on the couch to read.
Dad calls, he's going to stop by on his way home from skiing. We have a plan to take my mom's rocking chair to her place. We talk for a little while, wake Griffin up, go to the garage to fix the wobbly arm on the chair, Griffin helps. Then we pile in the car to take care of this job.
Now it's 6:30. I realize I'm out of milk for the recipe I planned on making for dinner. I call Sean to see if he can pick it up, but he's still at work. "There was a major problem with a gauge, it has to be fixed tonight, it will probably be a while" Damn. I don't want to get in the car again! I'll just order pizza, we have a free coupon from the last pizza fiasco we had (another complicated story). I call, "we don't deliver free pizza's, you have to come pick it up." Damn. Time to go!
Once we make it back, Griffin makes quite a production out of eating his pizza and drinking his milk, then downstairs for one episode of Blue's Clues (they make a snowman!), and finally bath time. During his bath, surprise!, Daddy came home. Out of the tub, brush teeth, play a little on the floor with daddy, then cuddle up in the rocking chair for a few books (Griffin's back into dinosaurs) and FINALLY, sleep. It's 8:30, a little later than normal.
The rest of the evening winds down pretty well, watch the Daily Show and Colbert Report with Sean, maybe Rachel Maddow, usually read some, and then I crash. This is pretty much a normal day for us, sometimes less hectic, sometimes more. Usually more tantrums. The way I wrote it is pretty much the way my mind works as the day progresses. There are plenty more random thoughts, like, "I should really vacuum up that package of oatmeal by the window." Attempts not to swear at idiot drivers (Griffin is repeating everything I say now) and a million little battles with Griff that I hardly even notice anymore. Plus, funny things he tries to tell me, and goofy games we play throughout the day. It nothing like I ever imagined my life to be, and not a period I'll soon forget.
6 comments:
How fun!
Did anyone else get half way through the story and think, isn't it bed time yet! I don't know how you keep up. Thank god for my nanny, she is bound to get me through this period in Natalie's life.
I ask myself that question halfway through the story every day! I look at the clock and go, "it's only FOUR?!"
Gotta love that boy's Spirit!
Isn't it one of those things, if you didn't actually live it you wouldn't believe it. Enjoy, one day they go to college and you actually say with a heavy heart..."wow, that went by fast". Survive, enjoy and most of all, keep your humor!
Love you!
Auntie
I LOVED this post. Isn't that truly how you feel most days? Me too. I laughed the whole way through reading this. I was tired just reading your thoughts.
Someday we will look back with fond memories of this time...Lance tells me it's because I will forget how hard it was in my old age.
Too Super Cute Post... I can't believe this is where mommyhood take us. I wanted to rip my hair out a few times there with you. :)
Love your style of writing
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