Yesterday, I was a stay-at-home mom with two children, for the first time.
I’ve done the stay-home thing, on and off, with only Pumpkin or only Peanut, but the first time I’ve been home solo with both of them was yesterday. Surprisingly, it went really, really well. I expected Meltdown City, but it never got that difficult. I’m not naive enough to think that it will always be as easy as it was yesterday, but it was pretty empowering to have such a good first day.
I have both girls home with me today as well, but the Captain stayed home sick from work, so I’ve got some extra help (though I’m trying to operate as though he weren’t here, since he is technically convalescing.)
Today, all before 9:00 am, Pumpkin moved a stool over to our dresser to grab a handful of my earrings (as well as my diamond engagement ring, which was in the ceramic dish that my earrings are in…I haven’t been wearing it so I don’t gouge Peanut’s sweet skin), exclaiming “mah ears!”, very defiantly drew on the screen of my Nook e-reader with a dark blue Sharpie marker, and nearly dumped Peanut out of her bouncer because she wanted to sit in it. Yesterday was positively placid in comparison. I made it a point to log the entire day for posterity’s sake, so I remember years from now how my first day alone with my girls went (as thrilling and action-packed as it was.)
The Captain was up with Pumpkin around 5:30 am, and he got her breakfast. My day officially began around 6:30 when Peanut woke up for her morning feeding.
7:10 am – The Captain leaves for work, I take over Pumpkin. I get her changed into “hack-around” clothes, so I don’t have to worry about what she gets on them throughout the day. We watch PBS Kids in bed.
8:00 am – Load of laundry in the washer, Peanut down for a nap.
8:30 am – Feed Peanut, eat a peanut breakfast bar and banana while she eats. Pumpkin is sitting on the bed with some ink pens and paper, though she has opted to draw on her hands, feet, and a waterproof changing pad instead of the paper.
8:50 am – Laundry load into the dryer, Peanut back down.
9:00 am – Quick shower while Peanut is in the bassinet and Pumpkin is zombified by The Cat in the Hat or Dinosaur Train or some other PBS show.
9:20 am – Get started on folding that first load of laundry. (Side note – it took me a full hour to get it all folded, hung, and put away, with all of the distractions.)
10:10 am – Feed Peanut. Pumpkin is still watching PBS Kids in bed. I’m a candidate for Mother of the Year.
10:40 am – Peanut down. Laundry load number two goes in.
11:40 am – We finally venture downstairs. Peanut is still placid and content to hang out in the bouncer while I make Pumpkin and I’s lunch. Four-cheese quesadillas and mandarin oranges.
12:20 pm – Feed Peanut. Pumpkin is now watching some show about Princesses on the Disney channel.
1:00 pm – Pumpkin goes down surprisingly easily for her nap. I do more laundry.
1:20 pm – Feed Peanut. I didn’t realize how often she ate until I made this log. I put on a marathon of America’s Next Top Model and let my brain melt. Peanut falls asleep on my chest, occasionally marinating me in spit-up.
From this point until 4:10 pm, I watched ANTM and nursed Peanut on demand about once an hour in the Comfy Brown Recliner (I capitalize it because even though it is an inanimate object, it has become a close personal friend.) I only got up once; long enough to make a big mug of ah-ma-zing Ghirardelli hot chocolate. Pumpkin woke up from her nap at 4:10, and the Captain was home shortly after 5:00. When he got home, we had some family time in our room (right now it features me nursing Peanut in the glider, and he and Pumpkin romping on the bed…she loves to “hide” under all the pillows.) Dinner was some cheese ravioli and red sauce, and some of my mom’s awesome chicken spiedini that we’d frozen from when she was here last month. The rest of the night was pretty standard…Pumpkin’s bath around 7:00, quiet time from 7:30 to 8:00, then the Captain and I watched some DVR’ed shows. Last night, it was Up All Night and New Girl, both potentially great shows.
Who knew such a mundane day could be so tiring?