January 17, 2017 . . . that is the date of my last blog post. I thought about being super dramatic and waiting until January 17, 2018 to write my next blog post and come back in with a huge bang. But I needed an outlet. So, here I am.
What happened to me? Life! But this is not a “where have I been post” or a “let me catch you up post.” Nope! This is a good old-fashion post about my day because this momma is T. I. R. E. D.! I was doing it all by myself and I just need someone to know that I did it and why I am so exhausted.
Mr. Mister is super amazing. He has never steered me wrong (“never” is being used loosely). He normally takes the reigns on Little Bit’s morning routine, school drop off, and school pick up. This is a HUGE help for me because of the new job (oh yeah, I took the leap into private practice; more on that to come). But, Mr. Mister has a business to run and health issues to tend to so every now and then his “tasks” fall to me. I am happy to do them because I appreciate all of the time I can spend with Little Bit. But man, there are some days where something’s gotta give and nothing does. For example, tonight.
Normally, Mr. Mister picks Little Bit up from school, gives her a snack, entertains her for an hour or so until I get home and get dinner made and on the table. Normally. Tonight, my normal was chaos and I am not sure whether to drink the bottle of wine that has been staring at me for the past week, cry my eyes out from exhaustion, or just suck it up and go to bed. I chose super-secret option D: write a blog post while drinking a glass of wine, crying because exhaustion has set it.
Mr. Mister had an early morning doctor’s appointment, a late-ish customer meeting, and I had a late client call. I was happy to help out with his normal routine. So, my morning started out rushed to get Little Bit ready for school, fed, lunch made (because I failed to make it last night), and out the door by 7:20 a.m. We made it out at 7:45.
I ate a bowl of oatmeal at work from the firm kitchen and added some of my day old apple to spice things up. I realized I forgot to throw together my lunch and end up having another bowl of oatmeal for lunch, sans apple. I finished my day, not billing nearly enough hours, and made the client call from my cell phone in case it ran over the time I needed to make it to Little Bit’s school for pick up. The call ran late and I talked hands-free as I battled traffic. I made it there with 6 minutes to spare and felt extremely guilty when I realized Little Bit was one of only a handful of kids left at school. Mr. Mister would never let that happen!
I got one of the most excited hugs from my sweet baby girl because it’s not everyday her momma comes to pick her up. Together we quickly searched around for her shoes only to be told that she had an accident on the playground and I had not provided a back up pair of shoes (oh! reminder to self – pack back up shoes and bottoms for tomorrow). So . . . I scooped her up and carried her out to the car, carrying a bag of soiled clothes in my other hand.
As Little Bit started to tell me about her day I realized we have NO groceries in the house and thus nothing for dinner. I think about taking the easy way out and grabbing some take away, but think better of that choice because then Mr. Mister won’t have anything to eat for dinner when he gets home, we won’t have any breakfast, and I will find myself in the same predicament tomorrow. I steered my car towards the grocery store.
As I got into the backseat to unbuckle Little Bit I was hit with the reminder that she is shoeless when I see her little toes tapping on my middle console. I panicked and wondered if I still had the bag of donation clothes in my trunk. I don’t. But I did have her dance bag with her tap shoes and ballet shoes. Against her request, I chose the ballet shoes for her to shop in.
We grabbed what we need, along with some samples, and we were out of the store in 30 minutes. We got home where I was greeted by the smell of pup poo. I want to be angry but it is not their fault they have been left home all day, even longer than they normally are. Little Bit ran to change into her “relaxing clothes” while I cleaned up the dog mess. I washed my hands and then got down to the tasks at hand.
I make a chicken quesadilla while simultaneously unloading and putting away the groceries and managing to get our pups fed as well. During all of this, Little Bit grabbed her cup of coconut water from the fridge, took off the lid, and sat at our kitchen island to drink it. When I unpacked her package of yougurts, she got a little over-excited, jumped up to reach for one, and knocked her cup on the floor. I watched it fall, saw the contents hit the floor and splash back up onto the kitchen cabinets, under the stools, and under the countertop overhang; all in slow motion. As Little Bit ate her wonderful smelling quesadilla with rice, I scrubbed the floor, cabinets, and stools. I then put in a load of laundry to get all of those dirty towels cleaned.
Because Little Bit had an accident at school, that meant she needed a bath. So into the tub we went for a quick scrub down. I got her out, dried off, lotioned up, teeth brushed, hair braided and into bed. If you read my post about our nighttime routine, it is still the same. And it still works like a charm.
So, by 8:30 p.m. she is asleep. I FINALLY change out of my work clothes and notice the knees on my slacks are stained from scrubbing the floor. I make sure to stain treat them and set them aside for the cleaners tomorrow. I switched the laundry while I am in the laundry room.
I FINALLY ate dinner. I was so hungry that I ate the remaining chicken with a cold tortilla and handfuls of shredded cheese. Because at this point, ain’t no one got time to make a quesadilla. I clean up the mess from dinner, clean the days’ dishes, make Little Bit’s lunch for tomorrow, make my own lunch for tomorrow, and then check work emails. Of course a document revision needs to be sent out tonight. OF COURSE IT DOES!
I ran out to my car to grab my work bag and see Little Bit’s soiled clothes bag. I threw those clothes in the washer and ended up grabbing her dirty laundry from her room and bathroom to make a full load. While it runs, I start the revisions. I’m interrupted by a text from Mr. Mister, checking in on me and letting me know he is on his way home.
I switch Little Bit’s laundry and end up folding the nice and warm towels that I cleaned earlier. I continue through the revisions. Mr. Mister got home and decided to make himself a cold dinner since I ate all of the chicken and I am busy.
I finished the revisions and got the document sent out almost simultaneously with the ding of the dryer telling me Little Bit’s clothes are dry. I fold those too. Mr. Mister has since gone to bed. I locked down the house and sat on the couch. 18 hours. I have been going non-stop for 18 hours.
I realize that I have every right to feel exhausted. But I just wanted someone to know that it is for good reason. That I killed it at momming today. That this tear-filled glass of wine is damn-well deserved. Cheers!
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