I think we all tend to think that the other bloggers out there lead more glamorous lives then we do. That they somehow manage to do it all and still have time to relax. So just in case you were starting to think that I lead one of those glamorous lives I am going to take you through the past 24 hours in my life.
Sunday night - 10 pm
Get Jellybean to sleep for the 5th time that night
Jellybean wakes up with a bloodcurling scream because he is teething.
Jellybean falls back asleep
Tylenol for the Jellybean
(and a shot of Tequila for me! Kidding!)
Walk around the house until Jellybean falls back asleep.
Leave him in bed with me at this point because I dare not wake him.
Drift off to sleep finally.
Bloodcurling scream (from Jellybean - but I'm tempted to join him)
Rock, soothe and nurse him back to sleep
Fall back asleep
Crying (from Jellybean and me..a little bit)
Repeat 1:15 am routine
Ignore alarm clock
Ignore alarm clock and shove boob in Jellybean's mouth for breakfast.
Ignore alarm clock and switch boobs.
Drag myself out of bed and watch ironically as the Jellybean sleeps peacefully.
Put dinner in the crock pot, get dressed, pack Jellybean's bag for the day.
Tell hubby he's going to get fired if he does't get his ass out of bed.
Try to place Jellybean in the car sleeping.
He wakes up and fights getting strapped into the car seat like a rabid octopus.
Consider that shot of Tequila again but instead drive to work, talk to my dad and watch Jellybean sucking away on his fingers.
Arrive at day care - top the Jellybean off with boobie juice and carry him, his bag and a pack of diapers in. Stay a few extra minutes as Jellybean has a meltdown over me leaving.
Get to work 9 minutes late due to above meltdown.
Publix Sweet Tea.
Start reading updates, work on an entry form my company's facebook page, try to find a file from 2006 that someone requested..
Start hitting the snooze button on my reminder to pump while I keep searching for that file.
Admit defeat on the file and start pumping.
Make lunch plans with coworker to celebrate my birthday late
Go pick Jellybean up and meet coworker at Olive Garden.
Decide I should never have introduced Jellybean to drinking out of my straw since I'll never get my drink back now.
Wrap up lunch, try to hit a store to grab supplies for work. Line is 12 years long so I put all my crap back and wrangle Jellybean into his car seat again to drop him back off at day care.
Return Jellybean and run off before he realizes it.
Back at work.
Try finding the damn file again while sucking down a Peppermint Frappucino the best coworker ever got me!
Decide to skip my afternoon pumping session.
I hate that damn car seat.
Attempt to talk to my mom on the way home but can't hear her over Jellybean's screaming.
Jellybean passes out as I exit off the interstate.
Jellybean wakes up as I try to get him out of the car seat. We let the dog off his leash and go feed the chickens and change their water.
Place Jellybean in his walker with some cookies while I add gnocchi to the crock pot, put biscuits in the oven, and shred the chicken from the crock pot in the food processor. Pull Jellybean's diner out of the crock pot to cool.
Hubby calls to say he is finally on his way home. Go in Jellybean's room with him to play. Lots of giggling.
Decide to do a shower with Jellybean before his dinner.
Shower done. Jellybean in a diaper and bib in his high chair.
Jellybean is eating a biscuit and drinking some juice.
Attempt to give Jellybean some chicken and dumplings aka gnocchi
Exhausted Jellybean meltdown
Wipe him down and pull him out
Jammies on and nursing him to sleep
Inhale sweet baby smell
Start rinsing dishes.
He's up - hungry from lack of dinner. More boob - repeat this every 30 minutes until 10pm when he's finally out for good.
Hubby finally gets home.
I sweep, then I mop the floors with bleach and water because they are disgusting.
Finally eat dinner. Let hubby know he can shower since I've drained the mop water from the tub.
Laugh hysterically when hubby goes out to his work truck in this get up.
Start putting laundry away, bitch at hubby for wadding clothes up like a 13 year old boy and stuffing them in random places!
Jellybean wakes up...again
Resume stuffing diapers. Start telling hubby to go to bed since he's snoring on the couch.
Hubby finally goes to bed
I finally sit down, check email, Facebook, ebay and start blogging this.
Done with all that, a snack and time for bed
Somewhere in there I also got Jellybean's food ready for daycare tomorrow, pulled food out for dinner tomorrow and did some more laundry.
So are you jealous of my glamorous life yet? :)