I feel like I've been productive today, I mean maybe not compared to other people's standards but I don't generally care about other people's standards now do I?
6:15 am - awake to blaring baby monitor with a Nub on the other end sort of crying but sort of not
6:15-7:30 am- ignore the sort of crying, flop around alone in my giant bed with a hump in the middle because neither me nor my spouse enjoy any sort of physical contact during the sleeping hours. No touchie!
7:30 am- drag myself out of bed and hit up the bathroom for a good toothbrushing and whatnot
7:40 am- pick my kid up out of his crib, snuggle and rock for a few minutes as the wanton toddler will allow. Change diaper, find his onesie is pee soaked up the front. That makes it 2 for 3 mornings this week. I think his ding ding points straight up or something, he's like a fountain of urine.
7:40-8:40 am- breakfast consisting of pancakes. Kalli=2, Nub=0. I love getting denied in my food offerings, or not. Fine kid, more pancakes for me. Also, orange juice from concentrate with a frothy top makes me feel like a kid again, wheeee!
8:40-10:30 am- scrub bathrooms, get high off of enclosed rooms with no windows. Why do they even build bathrooms with no windows? Staved off multiple attempts for the toilet brush wand by the 18 month old. Also, it is blizzarding outside and as a deep and ponderous thought I have this: I don't think hell is hot, I think it is an arctic tundra wasteland where people go to freeze to death and slowly lose their minds, like here where I live, or Alaska. Guess we're not leaving the house today after all...
10:30-11:00am- finish cleaning bathrooms, tear bed apart for the weekly washing of the linens, finish putting away midget laundry, load washer, fold dryer, ad nauseam.
11:00 am - 1:20 pm: put the Nublet down for a nap, without protest. What a gem. Make granola. Eat granola. Fiddle with tax crap. I hate tax crap. Pay car payment, woo hoo only like 2 years left on that mofo (SARCASM). Spend wasted time on the phone with stupid benefit people trying to figure out who to yell at for screwing up our flex spending stuff. Call shorter half and yell at him instead. Call back and apologize for being a righteous B with an itch. Call HR lady, leave voicemail and send strongly worded email. Someone has to take the hit and I've deemed her likely.
1:20-2:44- chase child around again in an attempt to feed him lunch, mild success with white chicken chili, don't worry kid, I'll eat the rest. Roll around on floor with child, get ridden like a donkey and not in the good way. Type this blog post, send grandparents text message of adorable child sitting next to you reading a book, hit send, child rips out page, I sniff poo...
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Dude, that is totally a successful day! Spread that over a couple days and it would be success for me. ;)
Seriously with the weekly sheets-washing? I thought that was just my OCD mother- and sister-in-law.
Now I feel like I am disgusting. There are probably lice in my washed-monthly sheets. Shoot.
Yeah, what Fig said. Seriously? EVERY WEEK? You're amazing.
Also, cleaning more than one bathroom in a day wins you the housekeeping medal in my book.
And I agree with you about Hell. I am SO OVER WINTER.
I'm tired just reading that! I concur with the arctic hell. I'll never move back to that God forsaken place. Not Zion to me, folks. Nada.
Huh, I'm so fascinated that people are shocked by weekly sheet washing. I wash weekly as well. I can't imagine the bed bug feast going on after a month. That just gave me the shivers!
Count me among the group of non-weekly sheet washers. Guess you won't be sleeping over at our house any time soon! (Of course I do make my kids shower/bathe before they go to bed, so at least they go to bed clean!)
Your day sounds exhausting and yet hauntingly familiar. If hell is a desolate landscape of white articness then I better start repenting really, really quickly.
hell will be cold. and windy.
they'll look at you funny if you ask for chocolate or diet coke.
they'll serve raisins for every meal and spiders will roam freely...tons and tons of spiders.
barry manilow songs will play non-stop on giant loud speakers, from which you cannot escape.
and everyone has to wear crocs {with socks}.
at least that's MY hell.
That would be a productive week for me. I heart your Nub's red hair. I married one and made 2 red heads. Cuteness.
i agree, sounds productive. and aside from all the productivity, it sounds much like my day. oh, minus the snow and stuff, b/c it was sunny here today, and almost 50*. (don't be jealous.) and add on that my hubs almost missed his train and i almost cried - finding out your afternoon flying solo is about to get longer can be DEVASTATING at times. i'm a whiner.
i'm sure you know this, but if the pee soakings continue, it might be time to go up a size in the diapers. that's what always happened with my kid. just a thought...
15 days, 7 hours, 9 minutes, and 3 seconds.
Ummm... until now I didn't even know people washed their sheets every week.
First you teach me about pork salad... now this?!?!?!
I love you Kalli! Your blog is always guaranteed to make my day! :) Hope tomorrow is a little "less productive" :)
Yep, you win. I feel proud when I manage to do the laundry and the dishes in one day. Now THAT is productive.
Hell is most definitely cold 365 days a year. There is no doubt.
To you non weekly washers, I used to be among your ranks, I mean until I realized that was gross.
If your bed is like mine it's as good as the family couch compete with food stains on the duvet, cracker crumbs everywhere...
Plus it's a bed, things go on in a bed, GET MY DRIFT???
K so I just found your blog about a week ago, and I love it!! You're awesome.
I loved your last post on friends, we could TOTALLY be friends! I do live it Utah ;) I too love a great friendship. They are priceless. And hard to come by.
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