Good morning! If you’re tracking time this week I hope you’ve found a minute this morning to note the first few hours. I check in 3-4 times a day, usually, and write down what I’ve done since the last check in. Here’s how my day started:
I woke up briefly at 5:30 a.m. this morning for the bathroom, but then went back to sleep until 6:30 a.m. when my alarm went off. I went down the hall to make sure the 15-year-old was getting up, then returned to my room to shower, get dressed, and do my make-up (I’m trying to do this most days, since even if I work from home I’d like to be reasonably presentable). I was downstairs by 6:50 a.m. to make my coffee, pull out ingredients for a chicken sandwich (what the 15-year-old eats in the car on the way to school) and to make a lunch for the 7-year-old.
At 7 a.m. I went back upstairs to get the 13-year-old and 11-year-old up as my husband and 15-year-old were headed out the door (we drive him to school as a way to score a few more minutes of sleep in the AMs). The 11-year-old wanted eggs for breakfast, so I scrambled some for her (and made extra for my husband and me). The 13-year-old had cereal. As I was eating the eggs and drinking my coffee, I heard the 3-year-old calling for me, so I went up to get him (around 7:20 a.m.). He was coughing enough that I realized he probably should stay home from his various activities, so I made a note to tell our nanny to just have him play here. This is the reason we employ a full-time nanny, even though the 3-year-old is in preschool part-time. When we used daycare for our first two years of parenthood, it was always a question of whether the kid could go, and if I’d be able to squeeze in work during naps if he couldn’t… Of course these days my husband is working from home at least part of the time too. There have been many changes over 15 years.
Anyway, by 7:30 my husband was home, but the 3-year-old wanted to come on the brief van drive down to the end of the street, where I dropped the 13-year-old and 11-year-old to wait for the bus. Then, while he was in the van, he screamed that he didn’t want to be in the van, he wanted to be home with Daddy. Toddlers!
My husband and I chatted some as the 3-year-old watched Catie’s Classroom, and we cleaned up the kitchen, and our nanny started work at 8, though I still did some on and off orange juice fetching for the 3-year-old over the next 30 minutes. I concurrently did my “morning rituals” — reading 10 pages in Jane Austen (currently: Love and Friendship, an early novella), and writing 2 lines in my sonnets. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays are the harder days in that I have to match the rhyming scheme I came up with on the previous day. I scratched my head for a while on why I ended a line with “first” before remembering I did that on purpose to allow myself the use of “rehearsed.” Then I began work on an essay I’m writing, doing that pretty much straight from 8:30-10:30. The good news is I now have a draft that I can revise over the next few days. (For alert readers remembering there is another child to be accounted for: I nudged my 7-year-old downstairs for breakfast right at 8, and our nanny drove him to school.) I made sure to start with the essay writing, since it needed to get done, and I’m pretty sure that the 3-year-old will track me down at some point, since he is home, and the day will be more interrupted.
Now I am posting this! I’ll check back in this evening with a recap of the rest of the day. I’m hoping to get a run in (likely when the temperature reaches a balmy 44 this afternoon…) and I’ll be taking the 7-year-old to a new Ninja/obstacle course class. And hoping the 3-year-old feels better soon…