- 7:15ish am - I get up, get ready, make breakfast for Miles, and do my best to down a cup of coffee before
- Anywhere between 7:00 and 8:00 am - Miles wakes up. Sometimes he plays quietly, other times (like every day this week), he bangs on the door yelling, "Mom-mom! Mom-mom!" at the top of his lungs until I come running in, convinced there is a crisis. There never is.
- Wake-up time until 8:00ish - Play with Miles in his room. Eventually get him changed, and dressed. Usually, end up leaving his room in a state of disaster.
- 8:00 - 8:30 - Turn on the TV and give Miles his breakfast to distract him while I (finally) get to drink my coffee and maybe even get dressed for the day.
- 8:30 - 9:00 - Do some light housework - dishes, laundry, decluttering - whatever I can manage in half an hour. Miles usually spends this time between my feet "helping" or asking for any number of things I cannot help him with while carrying a basket full of laundry.
- 9:00 am - Load Miles - and his junk - into the van, and drive to work. If I'm not already completely brain dead, I call one of my parents, as this is my only opportunity to talk to them most days.
- 9:30 am - Arrive at work. Unload Miles. Try to get him interested in something, anything to distract him so I can get some work done. By 10:00 am, I can usually begin working.
- 11:00 am - Miles begins whining because he's a) hungry, b) tired, c) bored, or d) all of the above. I try to placate him for a few more minutes so I can finish up what I'm doing.
- 11:30ish - Miles finally wins the fight, and we zoom out the door and off to lunch to avoid a Meltdown.
- 12:30 - Drag my exhausted rear-end back into the office, carrying a suddenly-heavy Miles, who fell fast asleep in the van on the ride back. I spend the next 15-20 minutes making sure he stays asleep.
- 12:45 - I finally get to do some work. Until:
- Anytime between 1:30 and 3:00 pm - Miles wakes screaming from his nap. Don't ask me why. He does it at home, too. It's just the way he is. I pick him up and cuddle him while finishing my latest task on the computer with the other hand. Eventually, he wakes up completely, and goes off to play again, quite content (usually). I generally manage to get a good chunk of work time at this point.
- 4:30ish - Miles lets me know, in no uncertain terms - that he is done being at work and is ready to go home. I try to placate him, or send him outside with to play with one of my co-workers who is finishing up for the day. Meanwhile, I frantically wrap up everything, amend my to-do list, cross a day off the calendar, and clean up the remnants left by my son, the Tornado.
- 5:00ish - We finally load our weary behinds into the van, and drive the 30 minutes (longer if traffic is bad) back home. If I have any energy left, I call the other parent, to make certain they don't feel left out.
- 5:30ish - I make dinner, while Patrick plays with Miles (or vice versa).
- 6:00ish - We all fall into a heap and eat our dinner while staring mindlessly at the television.
- 7:00-8:00ish - Playtime with Miles. Possibly a bath, if he's amiable. Or particularly smelly. :)
- 8:00ish - Begin bedtime routine. Play quietly in Miles' room for 10-15 minutes, then read 2-3 books (with him in bed), then 2-3 lullabies, and goodnights. Patrick and I take turns on this. Whoever is not doing bedtime is cleaning up supper dishes, and shoving toys out of the walkway so we don't kill ourselves in the morning.
- 9:00ish - Patrick goes to work on a project (or a work assignment, if it's been that sort of day), while I sit down to catch up on e-mails, Facebook, and maybe my blog.
- Bed for us as soon as we have finished our chores for the night.
Which is why I am going to begin splitting my Assistant job with a friend. We will each take half of the work load, and thus, half of the days in the office. On my working days, I will drop Miles at her house before I head to the office, and on my non-working days, she will drop off her six-year-old with me.
It sounds like Heaven. I can't wait to start next week. <sigh>
*True story: It took me four tries to type the title to this post correctly, because I am one exhausted Mama.