Walking down the stairs after tucking in Jemma and settling Max in for one of his first nights with a Daddy bedtime …
Ah, all is quiet. I’m going to relax before I hit the hay.
Wait, did I have dinner? No, I don’t think so. I guess a bowl of cereal will do. Uh, do we only have kid cereal and granola? Seriously, who does the grocery shopping around here? Oh! There’s a box of Cinnamon Life stuffed in the back of the cupboard. Gee, I need to organize up here. And dust.
Pouring cereal. Ignoring dust.
I’m totally going to have cream on this cereal. Way better. And cream doesn’t make my tummy hurt like regular milk. I really need to go dairy free. Someday. Or, find a good raw milk source. I’m going to add that to my to do list, maybe ask the local mom’s group. I’ll want to tour the farm first … when will that fit in? Or maybe I should go dairy free. Bite of cereal. Golly, this cream is divine. I’m never giving it up.
What is that? Who is yell whispering “Daddy”? Pause. It’s Jem. What did I forget? Set down cereal. March upstairs. I forgot the diffuser. Of course. We can’t live without oils around here apparently. Fill it up, turn it on, kiss the sweet girl. I love you Jemmie, go to sleep now, we’re heading to the track in the morning.
How early am I meeting Leah again? I think I said 8. That’s early. I shouldn’t stay up much later. But after I get a few things done I really want to read my book too. Maybe I’ll even take a bath. I totally need to shave my legs. Checks legs. Like, bad. But, wow, there are toys everywhere and I really need to get the berries in the freezer and maybe I should just unload the dishwasher and load these few here so I can start the morning with a clean-ish kitchen.
Speed around the living room doing a stuff style clean up job.
I really need to sort and organize all these toys. And get rid of some. Where is the Apple TV remote? I think I ended The Vampire Diaries mid episode last night. I’m just going to forget about the dishes and watch that. Wait, more whispers. This time I think they’re from the stairs …
Me: Jemma, what are you doing up?
Jemma: Well, I just think I want to snuggle you a little bit.
Me: Ok … come on down. But first, can you help me find the Apple TV remote?
We rip apart the downstairs. I text my sister. We have no luck finding it.
This is crazy, we own TWO remotes because one is always lost. Why did Apple make those so small? Yes, Jem, you can play Pet Shoppe. Only 5 more minutes though and then back to bed. Remember, running in the morning.
I need to post that to Craigslist and return that email. I think I have a Facebook message waiting to. Oh, and I’m need to make a grocery list. When am I going to fit in grocery shopping? I really don’t like going on the weekends. Maybe that will be our Monday morning adventure. I might as well pencil it in on the calendar now. Or else I’ll forget.
Gosh, next week is already BUSY! How?
The trash is overflowing and EEK! there are ants around it. I can’t stand those little summer ants. Must be the berries. Those have to get in the freezer NOW. I’m going to pop this balloon that’s the most prized toy too – it has to go into the trash eventually and tonight is the night.
Now, a new to do list so I don’t forget some of these random things I have floating in my mind. And I need to print a shipping label and finish my cereal. My soggy cereal. Uh. And hustle Jem back to bed. Why is my 3 year old up at 10:37 pm? Oh, snuggling. And Pet Shoppe. Gosh, she is just the cutest lining up all these animals and talking back and forth. Something about going to the beach and “Oh my goodness, look little doggies – you are a match! Like twins!” Every 3 year old sister needs time to play alone. And snuggle their mommy. That’s why she is up. This is our quality time – me and my little night owl :)
Ok … fill up water, find remote, settle into the couch and start a few posts. Return emails. Schedule some tweets. Then bed. And my book. I’m just going to make all these thoughts a post of their own. No way am I the only mom who does 4,000 things once “bedtime” begins. Right? Right?
Are you with me? Mamas? Is bedtime practically synonymous with go time at your house too?