Wake up at 4:47a.m. to the sweet sound of my baby still sleeping. I roll over and go back to bed.
Wake up at 5:43 to the terrible sound of my baby not wanting to sleep any longer, which means I won’t either. Awesome.
6:36- work from home, since I’m up and my husband volunteered to get smeared with Ellie’s breakfast while I edited.
7:53- prep work for meeting at 9 a.m. Husband puts baby back down because she’s so exhausted from refusing to eat anything for breakfast and watching Sid the Science Kid.
8:02- finish prep and sending emails, finish several pages that needed editing, jump in shower. I have to look like I at least slept a little.
8:30 Grammy arrives to babysit while husband and I go to meeting.
10:56- Get home from meeting half hour later than expected, but one should always expect that about meetings.
12:30- throw baby in car to go food shopping since there is nothing to feed her for lunch. Not that she’d eat it anway.
1:03- baby falls asleep as soon as we pull into Trader Joe’s parking lot, leaving us to drive around for 45 min so she doesn’t wake up/
2:30- make it home just in time to put groceries away before folks begin to arrive for rehearsal.
3-6p.m.- rehearsal is impossible to orchestrate while holding a squirming toddler. But we manage.
6:03- toddler has meltdown
7:00- still melting….
7:30- husband discovers that Reel Big Fish videos on youtube stop the melting long enough to get three spoonfuls into her.
8:30- put tired baby down for the night.
8:32- neighbor’s car alarm goes off like a bomb. I tell my husband that we live in the ghetto and must move immediately.
9:04- baby back down to sleep. Me, off to do more editing. And emailing. And prying my eyeballs off of the computer screen.
9:38- Car alarm number two. I was just kidding about living in the ghetto the first time. Now I’m not. Baby crying. I need a do over day. Pronto.