Thursday, February 28, 2008

A day in my shoes

So law student hot mama inspired me to write this post about a day in my shoes.

So here is a day in the life of a working mom with a toddler.

6:00 a.m. - Alarm goes off. I smack the crap out of it since I am technically not ready to drag my butt out of the nice warm bed.

6:30 a.m. - Alarm goes off again. Bud nudges me and tells me to get up. I mutter, "Hell no." but drag my butt out of bed, not before untangling the sleeping toddler next to me that wandered in around 4:30 that morning.

6:32 - Trudge to the bathroom and turn shower on. Sit on the toilet to pee and start to fall back asleep.

6:34 - Realize that Bean could awaken at any moment so jump in shower to achieve goal of getting ready before the super grump gets up.

6:40 - Bathroom door opens. Bean stumbles in rubbing eyes and giving me the meanest face ever.

6:42 - Hop out of shower, talking softly to Bean since like his momma is not a morning person.

6:44 - After attempting to dry self with toddler strapped to leg, walk in bedroom and turn Sesame Street on for Bean. Get sippy cup and snack for him. Head back to bathroom to finish getting ready.

6:47 - While brushing teeth, putting on lotion, combing wet hair, Bean decides he needs more drink. NOW!

6:50 - Attempt to dry hair, takes longer than usual since I have to turn the dryer off every 2 minutes to answer a question that Bean has.

7:10 - After taming hair with dryer and flat iron and sweating ass off in hot bathroom attempt to get dressed.

7:15 - Still attempting to get dressed but interrupted by Bean several times to answer questions on what Elmo is doing.

7:20 - After dressing self and finding something that does not make my butt look big attempt to get Bean dressed.

7:25 - Bean is arguing with me that he wants Cars underwear not Thomas. DUH!

7:30 - Bean and I struggle down the stairs to get shoes on. Have to stop to give both dogs kisses and hugs from both Bean and myself. Bean tells them to be good and he will see them later. (yes he has to do this everyday)

7:35- Cheer myself that we are out of the house on time. Load Bean in car.

7:36 - Realize I forgot Bean's change of clothes, my cell phone and purse. Get pissed and walk back inside.

7:38 - Can not find any of above items. Realize I put Bean's clothes in car last night. Purse is hanging on kitchen chair (how the hell did it get there?) and cell phone is MIA.

7:40 - Bud finds my cell. Under a pile of laundry. Nice.

7:42 - Get back in car to leave. Bean announces he needs to pee. Sigh. Unbuckle him and take him BACK inside.

7:45 - Back in the car and drive down the road.

8:00 - Arrive at school. Drop off Bean and give him 100 kisses and tell him I love him to pieces. He tells me to, "Go to work now." Nice kid.

8:10 - Walk into work, exhausted already.

Yep that's my day in a nutshell. Evenings are a whole other post.


petit elefant said...

I'm a fellow mom {& blogger} who found your blog and just wanted to share mine. I give away free stuff once a week {yes, really} and review all sorts of great mom stuff. Tell your friends, tell your enemies.....
I just wanted to say hi.

Lizzy in the Burbs said...


Well, having older kids all I can tell you is it does get a little easier as they get older, but,..they still interrupt to ask questions (not about elmo) more like, "I can't find my homework." or "What did you do with my jeans?". They do make their own breakfast on occasion and they don't have to kiss the dog 100 times, guess I should be thankful! This was such a cute post! Bean is a sweetie!


Law Student Hot Mama said...

Now I'm inspiring people? Scary.

Zoe said...

i'm not sure which is worse..mornings or the bed time routine. i notice your hubby is fairly absent in this. does he help in the am?

Marmarbug said...

Law student - No not scary! I had writers block!

Zoe - No hubby is not much help in the morning. THat is a vent for another time!

Hyphen Mama said...

Yeah, I love the fact that I have to drag out of bed even earlier than I would because I have to account for the million questions, side tracks and tangents that Wynnie tosses my way every morning. Gotta love a kid who questions everything!