As a single working mom of a teen and a toddler, my days are interesting…
2:14am – Hearing my two-year old call from his room.
5:40am – Listening to the alarm ringing.
6:10am – Showering in the dark because the bulb blew and I don’t feel like going to the basement to get the ladder.
6:42am – Making lunch for my toddler to take to daycare.
7:34am – Telling my daughter to “get down here NOW” for the third time b/c her father is outside waiting.
7:42am – Negotiating with my son to trade Dora the Explorer fruit snacks for a breakfast of banana “cake” (bread).
7:43am – “Noooo! Pease Mommy pease, Dora pease.”
7:46am – Getting out the door after several rounds of Diallo buckling his legs under him rather than standing to walk out the door…gotta love age 2.
8:30 – 8:35am – Strolling down the block talking to the birds and saying hello to every passerby.
8:40am – Recognizing the savory yet pungent smell of cumin that has been absorbed by my jacket while dropping off at daycare.
8:41am – Admiring the ticket on my windshield for parking in my usual block and not seeing the temporary/paper emergency no parking sign.
8:50am – Pulling into the parking garage annoyed that I am late.
8:52am – Taking off my jacket trying to let it air out before the 10am staff meeting.
9:17am – Still perusing the week’s worth of emails (about 500 which is oddly low perhaps the out-of-offfice assistant deterred repeat offenders) received last week during my vacation.
11:17am – In the meeting hearing the voicemail message tone for the second time from my office.
11:51am – On a meeting break, learning that I have to pick up my son by 2pm from the daycare.
1:29pm – Leaving late to pick up my son.
2:24pm – Running into the house to get my son set up and prep for a 2:30 call.
3:15pm – Wrapping up the call, connecting to my remote desktop.
3:32pm – Negotiating a fruit roll up for Easter basket candy.
3:38pm – Inputting edits for responses to Congressional testimony questions.
3:58pm – Taking my son upstairs for a nap after confiscating one blue, one green colored pencil that he used to perfect his mini mural on the wall in the foyer.
4pm – Exhaling.
4:05pm – Prepping and eating lunch.
4:42pm – Finishing lunch.
5:13pm – Opening the back door for my daughter (my mom picked her up so I wouldn’t have to criss cross town again). Thank God she had McDonald’s on the way.
5:58pm – Giving my son a requested hug while he shakes off his nap.
6:14pm – Finishing the edits and emailing to a colleague.
6:17pm – Texting my girlfriend while she is in class b/c I didn’t get a chance to edit her paper that is due momentarily.
6:19pm – She responds saying that she can turn it in until 8pm.
6:21pm – Asking my daughter to please turn off MTV videos and take her brother upstairs for a 1/2 hour so that I can review Auntie’s Cry’s paper.
7:19pm – Emailing the edited paper.
7:21pm – Running bath water for my son as he sings and waits while sitting on the potty. Asking his sister to watch him while I start his dinner.
7:23pm – Putting chicken tenders and waffle fries in the oven for his late dinner.
7:25pm – Putting clothes in the dryer.
7:27pm – Returning upstairs thankful to find my daughter giving him his bath.
7:29pm – Sitting on the couch admiring the black Sharpie designs my son lovingly scriblled there the day before.
7:43pm – Reminding my daughter that she has a remaining online assignment to complete tonight.
8:05pm – Another requested hug for the fresh-smelling boy.
8:12pm – Delivering dinner to my son, finally.
9pm – Watching LOST.
9:32pm – Putting my son to bed during a commercial break.
9:40pm – Enjoying the quiet of my children in bed.
9:45pm – Eating a mini ice cream sundae which I have no business doing, especially this late.
10:29pm – Turning off the t.v., lights and activating the alarm.
10:40pm – Reading a few more pages of The Lovely Bones.
~11:05pm – Falling asleep with the book in-hand.
5:45am – Alarm sounds.