Time-tracking reveals life in all its messy glory, and today certainly had its highs (my sprint!) and lows (the ER visit, but we will get to that).
As for sleep, four nights in a row was probably expecting too much, and sure enough, the baby was up at 3:30. I tried waiting to see if he would go back to sleep, but then I heard “Mommy!” and discovered my 6-year-old (who sleeps in the same room with the baby) was up. Normally he sleeps through it, so I guess it was particularly bad. I spent the next 90 minutes attempting to get the baby back to sleep. I wound up letting the 6-year-old move out of the room so he could get back down. I went back to sleep at 5, and slept until a bit after 7, when the household was up and bustling because the big kids were going skiing.
It was not easy getting them out the door. In theory my husband had laid out all their stuff, but there were still hiccups. I was by myself with the baby by 7:40. I had my coffee, we ate breakfast together (no cereal for him! He ate a waffle, some egg, and some cheese). We got ready and left for the art museum at 9:35. We got there just as it was opening, and wandered around until 11. He was very, very good. Loud, but in a happy way. Almost all of the docents were friendly about it. We looked at many horsies and doggies in paintings. These, and children, and bright colors, turn out to be enough to entertain a toddler in a stroller for precisely one hour. I suppose I could have pushed on, but I decided to bail while we were ahead. Minus some trouble getting out of the parking garage (I seem to have trouble with de-activating magnetic strips) the trip was successful. We got home at 11:30, I got his lunch, and then I put him in his bedroom with some of his new birthday toys. I sat in the rocking chair and read People magazine while he played. At precisely 12:25 I nursed him and got him down for nap by 12:40.
I had a plan for nap — very precious time on these toddler-centric weekends! I got into my running clothes, went downstairs, and did my treadmill workout. I got up to 30 seconds at 8.8 mph on the first interval. Then instead of walking, I went down to 7.0 mph for another 2 minutes. I took a quick walk break, then did 3 more intervals, the second two featuring 30 seconds at 9.0 mph. Go me. It was possibly even longer, but I did not start counting until I felt the treadmill was not still speeding up, so 10-15 seconds after I had entered 9.0 each time.
At 1:30 I wrote a few notes, then started hunting for sources for my next articles. At 2:30, I got my lunch (shrimp on salad) and ate it just in time to hear the baby up at 2:45. I got him up, nursed, then went for a walk in the neighborhood, coming back at 3:40 as the others were back from the ski slopes. (The verdict: the 4-year-old is not so happy about it. She said she will ski once per weekend, which I suppose is reasonable. So I will have some toddler-centric and preschooler-centric weekends). A friend of my 8-year-old came over at 4, and the big kids all played while I watched the baby and my husband elected to chop down a dead crepe myrtle tree in the backyard.
Wise readers are probably sensing where this is going. He was quite careful about the whole thing, wearing his safety goggles, cutting little notches in the wood to make it fall the right way, etc. And he had basically the whole tree chopped down successfully into firewood-sized chunks when he slipped — and sliced his hand. There was blood everywhere but he thought he could drive himself to the hospital, so we got towels and bandages on it and he went to the ER (I was with the 5 kids currently at the house). The doctor who stitched him up said that they almost never see chain saw injuries that mild. I guess that is looking on the bright side! Eleven stitches later, he was home. In the meantime, I had fed the kids dinner and made our pork chops and Brussels sprouts. The baby took work to get down. I started trying 6:40 (while my husband was at the hospital) but was not successful until 7:40 (after he was home). The kid did manage to completely destroy his birthday cupcake.
Then it was baths and snacks for the big kids. I am writing this now and hoping to read for a while before bed. I will have the baby and the preschooler tomorrow so I am reformulating my plan. I had been thinking swimming, but unless I switch them off in the playroom at the Y, it will not work since I will have too many non-swimming children.
How is your weekend going? Are you managing to track time on the weekend?