8:30am A is watching Mickey Mouse on the couch when I come out. (Usually this happens in the PM, but whatever). I join in and tell her to say “selfie” as I document. I put C down for nap, and G takes A to school.
8:45am I sort through some baby clothes while C naps.
9:15am C is up! I prep his Synthroid and give it in a syringe of breastmilk. I take my vitamin and give C his vitamin D at the same time. I nurse C while reading a few blogs on feedly.
9:45am G watches C and I go for a run to take advantage of this:
Success! I listen to the Another Mother Runner podcast while I run (cheesy I know, but I like it). Running is getting gradually easier. I want to get faster mostly so I can crank through a 3-miler more efficiently.
10:30am I drink a lot of water, eat a snack (some cottage cheese and melon) and shower. C is napping on G.
11:10am C is up! He goes down very easily but is not into long naps. I feed him, schedule a car appointment for the next week, and half-watch Cupcake Wars with G while C plays on my lap.
12:00pm G goes to get A and takes her to the playground for a bit.
12:15pm C falls asleep. I write some emails and a blog post. I also have lunch (salad with turkey and avocado plus some Annie’s bunnies that I buy for A that are delicious) while C looks on with interest.
12:50pm C up. I feed him again and we play, including some mandatory tummy time.
1:35pm C is clearly sleepy, so I put him in the swing where he passes out. A comes home and it’s time for her nap, too. I read her stories and get her ready to nap.
2:05pm A is down. Finish writing blog post.
2:30pm C is hungry — I feed him while catching up on blogs again. G then offers to take C while I nap.
2:45pm I decide that this is a great idea. I rifle through the latest J.Crew catalog (want to shop, but need to waiiiiiiit), put away laundry, and fall asleep by 3.
4:30pm I hear C. I come down and feed C again while eating a bunch of roasted almonds.
4:45pm A is up, and SULKY. 2 year old teenager:
5:15pm I give A a bath. This is actually not the norm — usually it’s G or Josh, but she is in a clingy mood on this day and I’m okay with it.
TACO NIGHT. I plan our menus, but G shops weekly and cooks for us about 3x/week. On the other 2 weeknights we eat leftovers. She is an amazing (and efficient) cook and I am beyond thrilled with this arrangement.
6:45pm I clean up after dinner while attempting to keep everyone happy. I feed C. And then I get this miraculous text:
7:45pm Daddy/daughter reading time (usually it’s me and it’s not the same as it used to be, because I’m playing replace-the-paci with C the whole time)
8:10pm Josh puts A to sleep while I hold and feed C. C is very easy to please as long as you do those two things . . .
I put C to sleep at about 8:20.
8:30pm I hang out with Josh and eat a coconut milk ice cream bar (I love these). We look at some home furnishing catalogs because we need to replace our IKEA bed that keeps falling apart. We make no decisions, in part because I hate spending on home stuff.
9:15pm I go upstairs and read some of Wild on my phone.