Thursday, October 6, 2016

Playing House: A Day In The Life

The other night at dinner, I felt all philosophical and turned and asked E, "Does it ever feel like we're just "playing house" - like, do you look at other parents of two kids and think, man - two kids! such adults! and not feel like that's us?! We have two kids?!"

I see in my head the title: Working Mother of Two.

And feel like it describes someone else!

To see just how true this title is, here's yesterday - a snapshot into our lives at Chez Buggy...

E- 34yo computer programmer / firefighter / hockey player (a bit contradicotry, eh?)
MrsBuggy- 31yo Financier / Avid Pinner
Button- 3yo with a rampant distaste for all jeans
Ms. Mack- 9.5mo in the cling-to-mommy phase
Rocco- 10.5yo "first born" (doggie)
Zoey- 5yo brat that constantly licks floors.  everywhere. (doggie)

It's Wednesday (October 5th), only half-way through the week, and this is the day we will get OUT of the HOUSE.  ON... TIME.

7:00 my alarm goes off - for the first time.  And I hit snooze. for the first time...

7:10 alarm goes off again, snooze gets hit again...

7:20 (lather, rinse repeat - alarm, snooze)

7:26 Button's voice comes through the monitor - my last alarm to go off for the morning - saying, "I need to go peepee on the BIG POTTEEEE!"

7:28 E rolls out of bed and goes to open Button's door (has a child safety knob thing on the inside, but we've started leaving it cracked overnight so he can get up in the morning and go potty on his own.  see above. it's not happening... lol)
E also changes Ms. Mack (bless the man)

7:30 I peruse through facebook (yes) as I slowly wake up myself. (Showered the night before, no rush this morning!)
E gets Button his ritual bowl of cereal (which he has to eat in the bathroom while E showers)

7:41 While E is showering, I finally get out of bed, throw on some clothes and get some make-up on...

7:55 E heads downstairs to get the dogs outside, so I brush Button's teeth (and mine - I remembered mine today!) and then send him downstairs because E is back inside and making breakfast for the humans...

8:01 Ms. Mack is fussing fiercely on the floor of the nursery, having seen me flitting around, so I nurse her and then get her dressed.

8:25 She and I walk down the stairs to find Button still eating breakfast.  I park her in the highchair with a tray full of puffs so I can pack my pump bag (membranes, flanges, bottles and breakfast!) and her food for daycare (almost forget the breast milk!)

8:45 Somehow the fights over socks/shoes/jacket delay us, but we finally get out of the house... 15 minutes late. -_-

8:58 I finally leave daycare after chatting with Ms. Mack's provider about which cup works best, and yes - it's fine to give her some of the regular lunch they provide (pizza!)

9:02 I have to stop at the post-office to mail off two items I sold on e-bay the day before (damn me and my "will ship next business day!" promise...)

9:07 Also have to stop at the bank to make deposits for work, am finally on my way in!

9:20 As I'm walking into work, I realize I left my nursing cover at home. again. (I use the cover while pumping because, well - I pump in the administrator's office.  While we meet about finances...) 
I will have to pump during the time the admin will be at lunch (which means delaying MY lunch 20 minutes...)

9:45 I finish up my morning perusal of yahoo news, facebook, emails, etc and finally settle in to actual work

(and through these missing hours, as Rihanna says, "Work work work work work")

1:05p It's time to pump - so I go to admin's office, ending up BSing with her for a few minutes, waiting for her to go to lunch so I can have solitude in which to whip out the boobs...
when in a pinch, a backwards cardi also works!
(just in case admin barged back in)
((as she did the day before... -_- ))

1:30 LUNCH TIME! Crab cakes. pizza. CHEESE CAKE yum

(more mindless work)

4:46 It's finally almost time to go - I message E to see what he wants for dinner (he tells me flank steak) - good, he has to grill, lets me off the hook a bit

4:59 I bounce from work - there's "Back-To-School-Night" at daycare tonight for Button, so I have to skip my hot yoga (grrr) but first have to rush home and take care of house&home

5:15 After herding and collecting, I sign the kids out of daycare (they report Ms. Mack ate half a piece of pizza! in addition to her baby food!)

5:40 We finally settle in at home: dogs have been taken out and fed, but wait - of course the neighborhood kid is out on his scooter with his dad (skateboarder) and Button wants to go play...
I decide that I'll get the steak out later to defrost and marinade...

6:00 finally get back in the house
(neighborDad and son went for one last "run" up and down the street, and Button wanted to go with (running on his short-but-adorable 3-y-o legs). I said we needed to go inside, that he wouldn't be able to keep up with the boys, then Button did the "I feel like I'm going to cry, but I'm not. I feel like it, but I won't cry..." pout (the most ADORABLE thing ever)

6:18 sit down to feed Ms. Mack (mozarella cheese, sweet potato puffs, a container of  Turkey&AutumnVeggies)

6:27 E messages me that he JUST got out of a meeting (he's usually pulling up at this point...) and that he is on his way home... even though I have Back-To-School night at 6:45 -_-

6:30 I decide that it will be too late for Button to eat by the time E's home and has the steak cooked, so I start boiling water for his ravioli.

6:47 E walks in the door, I basically say, "Raviolis are boiling for Button, steak's on the counter marinading marinating" (marinading? t or d?!) and run out the door with Ms. Mack (because god forbid he is home alone with the two of them. lol)

6:59 arrive at daycare, the girl at the front door (knows us well) offers to take Ms. Mack for the evening - yes!
I walk into Button's classroom (with another mom who was running late. solidarity!) in the middle of the teachers' presentation

7:15 Joking with a fellow mom as we're sitting at the eensy-teeny chairs, making - something out of toothpicks, marshmallows, pretzel sticks, and gum drops - something about STEM (science, technology, engineering and mathematics) being taught at preschool...
the two of us laugh when another mom asks if it's ok that she goes around and takes pictures of every. piece. of art. by her kid. on the walls... (judgemental? yes. whatever) we turn to each other at the same time and say, "must be her first kid!" ((the boy in Button's class is my friendMom's fourth! lol))

7:29 We're done, so I take a loop to find Ms. Mack - she's being fawned over by a few moms at the front door, but she spots me and starts the moan/groan/whine to be cuddled close - I don't blame her, it's also bedtime and girl is tired...

7:34 we walk in the door back home (I love how close our daycare is!) and I am intending on bringing Ms. Mack straight up to bed, but I sit down instead to eat my luke-warm steak, and then E (saint, for now) takes both kids for a bath...

7:48 I wrap a naked Ms. Mack in a towel and bring her upstairs to lotion up, get in PJs, and nurse...

8:01 she's snoring, so I lay her down in the crib - she stays down!

8:15 Button is ready for bed, and has shockingly agreed to let Mommy tuck him in (such a Daddy's boy...) so after E brushes his teeth and gets him PJ'd, we creep into the nursery (it's shared with Ms Mack) and settle in for a few songs.  And then he can't find his remote (for his moon) and neither can I, and too damn bad, we'll find it tomorrow...

8:25 I'm coming down the stairs, and am shocked. Button is quiet and Ms. Mack didn't wake back up! I grab a load of sheets and towels (which had to be REwashed twice after stinking in the wash machine for days) from the dryer - but get distracted by two things to sell on Mercari (kind of like ebay, but no fees! at least until Oct. 18th1) so I snap pictures and get both items listed...
I debate listing a bunch of Ms. Mack's small baby clothes, but decide that's for another night...

8:45 Instead, I head back out to get the sheets and towels folded.
Then I throw together what I can for the next day - Ms. Mack's other sippy cup (one of two of a certain kind that she likes/works the best for her right now) is somehow dirty in the dishwasher, even though I washed them both by hand the previous night... So I wash it, along with a few other dishes in the sink...

9:15 Time to finally relax... I grab the last two pumpkin cookies and some mint M&Ms, my Nook, and a glass of Jack Daniel's Tennessee Honey on ice.  (YUP.)

10:15 My eyes start to seriously droop, and I have had to re-read a paragraph twice... time to head upstairs to bed!
Teeth brushed, face washed, Good night y'all!

**Apparently when I saw this on another blog to copy, they were taking part in a big link-up!

If you're interested in cataloguing a day in YOUR life and want to link up, check it out here!


  1. Does hitting the snooze button so many times make you more tired? I would think that if you set it for more like 7:30 then you would get better sleep than half sleep (but that's just me- if my husband set snooze 4 times I would kill him). :-)

    Your office doesn't have a place for you to pump?

    1. Ha! My husband DOES do that and it is SUPER annoying!!!

  2. I love reading these and participating - it's fun to go back and read about my own days where I'd forget all the little details. Looks like it was a good day!

  3. Hopping over from the big link-up. This was fun to read, especially because I'm going to have a similar age gap with my kids. Your daughter is adorable!

    And very clever with the backwards cardigan. But eesh, no private/lockable place to pump?

  4. Your daughter has more hair than mine did at 2 years old! lol. She is very adorable. I'm also super impressed that your kiddos can share a room and stay asleep! I had to separate my twins when they were about 16 months old because their sleep was terrible. It still is honestly, but so much better than when they shared a room!

  5. I totally connect with your sentiment about playing house. I totally feel that way and am older than most of my kid's friend's parents. It's been this way for years, and yet I'm like "when did this happen to us?"