Thursday, July 30, 2009

Writer's Workshop~A day in my life....~

Many thanks to Mama Kat for this weeks prompts

It's 3am, the baby is crying again, the dog is barking and my new neighboors are just getting home. I roll over, hoping that my husband is starting to stir, begging him silently to please get up with Noah. As he continues to sleep peacfully, I stomp out of the room, plotting his demise.

Is this my life? How did I get here? I wonder as I feed Noah, rock him back to sleep and settle back into bed.

My eyes drift close, I snuggle down into my soft pillow, "ahhh...sleep at..." The beeping of the alarm clock startles it 530 already? It took me 2 hours to get Noah fed, changed and back to sleep. And now it is time for my blissfully unaware husband to go to work. He gets to escape from Romper Room for the day, and behave like an adult. He gets to have adult converstations, while I, no doubtly, will listen to my children recite Spongebob or TMNT word for word. He will get to enjoy a day of no diapers, while I, judging from the smell coming from the little person nearby, will again find myself up to my ears in dirty, stinky, diapers.

"bye, see you at lunch" he says as he walks out the door. I don't say anything. More then likely because I am again changing Noah or feeding him. After he leaves I turn on Good Morning America, and hope for a few moments peace....

The peace is shattered by the sound of WWIII coming from the floor below me. The boys are up. Judging from the shrieking, their sister is too. I hurry downstairs,because my daughter has a tendancy to strip naked if not attended to in a timely manner...

"Crap"..literally Crap. She removed her diaper and of course now there is poop everywhere, not the way I wanted to start my day and it is not even 730am.

My day continues on pretty much the same course. Nap time offers no reprieve from the demands of my employers. My oldest is telling me again, how unfair I am, and how he hates me. You know what, I really dont care. Life isnt fair I tell him as he stomps back down stairs.

About this time, my husband comes home for lunch and the demons that were my children somehow transform into respectable little people. Casting sly looks in my direction that seem to say "neener neener neener..." the baby, who was just crying loudly a moment ago, is now sitting contentedly in his chair. "Traitors"...I mutter.

Bedtime cannot come soon enough, and at 6pm I banish the 3 oldest to the nether regions of the house with strict orders to not come upstairs!

Ahh the baby is sleeping, time for me to I still in my Pj's? I dont even remember if I brushed my hair that morning.

I turn on the hot water, anticipating a nice hot relaxing shower....


My oldest needs a drink

"Mommy I yucky" my other son needs a diaper change

And not to be outdone my baby screams loudly from his chair

Time to eat.

As I sink wearily into bed and again glance at my husband sleeping peacfully, I pray that today was just an "off day" but know too well that I will have to do it all again tomorrow.

As the baby starts to stir, the dog starts to bark and the neighboors leave for the night...

I sigh.

Is this my life?

Yes it is....

and I wouldn't have it any other way


  1. OMG ~ this brings back so many memories. I only have one, so I didn't have to deal with the other kids, but I remember feeling all those things. It seemed like it would never end, and now it's getting kind of hazy (granted it's 3 years later lol). I definitely remember nights where I truly contemplated taking a baseball bat to the sleeping head of my husband ~ luckily that's past ~ mostly. :)

    I'm glad I found your blog through Twittermoms, and I look forward to hearing mroe of your adventures. :)

  2. What a great day! Stopping in from Writer's Workshop!

  3. Hi--saw you on twittermoms and am following you...have a website called and am called kaydee there. I have just one thing to say to your husband...get out of bed and HELP! sometimes you have to just say that and push them out of bed to do what needs doing before YOU get sick! Remind him that if mom goes down; that's it for sanity in the household.

  4. Oh,someday we will miss all of this chaos ... I try to remind myself of this simple truth whenever I am having an "off day."

  5. Really good story. Not sure how you have time to blog with FOUR kids, but you must be able to survive with no sleep!!
    Look forward to following your blog

  6. Those are the type of days that I hope to look back on and be able to enjoy...because they can be hard to enjoy as they are happening!

  7. Yes, at the end of the day, it's all worth it.

    Over from Mama Kat's


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