A Day in the Life....

Have you ever sat down and written out your day? Mine would go something like this....

Wake up at 5am- I know, seriously, why does the sun have to burst in my window at 5am? and why do my kids have to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 5:30? It's just so flipping early. 

For the last few mornings Silas has wanted to swim in his pool at 6am, no joke. His lips turn blue within 10 minutes. But, I let him because that's what 2 year old's do- swim at 6am! 

Breakfast at 7am- By this time I have made all the beds, cleaned the litter box (my cat routinely poo's every morning at 5am too), put on a load of laundry, tidied the house and have made oatmeal. I'm starting to become very meticulous, and if you know me at all, i'm totally not! 

My kids eat oatmeal every morning for breakky. Silas sometime eats a bowl for dinner too. I started this when I was on a detox and now we're all addicted. I'll tell you what- if your kids ever suffer from constipation, feed them some oatmeal! haha

By 8am, Josiah is down for his morning nap, I've showered and got Silas dressed. If it is a Monday or Tuesday we are out the door at 8- which means that I've made lunches and packed Silas' bag as well. Man, just writing this makes me tired!  Silas goes to kindy at 8 and Stu and I are off to work.  Then starts my day at school as a chaplain. I'll have to write another post to fill you all in on what God is doing at my school, it is just awesome. 

By 10am Josiah wakes up and we're usually out the door for some morning play at the beach, park, riding bikes, or shopping. 

12 o'clock both my boys are down for their afternoon nap. I love, love, love this time! 2 hours for me, well, for cleaning, laundry, sweeping, reading...you name it. 

My afternoons are pretty normal I think; actually I'm sure all your lives look a lot like this, or worse :) It just starts to get crazy around 4pm, anyone agree? 

By 4 o'clock I'm preparing dinner. I'm totally in a "dinner rut" and have lost all inspiration to cook. I feel like I make 2 meals over and over again- Swiss chicken and Spaghetti. Seriously, I need some ideas. 

I start feeding Josiah around 4:30- 5, while I am trying to cook as well. I start the bath for the boys after Jos is done eating, stir whatever i'm cooking, tidy the kitchen, take out the trash, call Silas in from playing outside (i do this about a million times! Dude, my son loves playing outside!) and finally put Jos in the bath. I set the table, no i'm lying. I burn what is on the stove and run back to Josiah to wash his hair and make sure the water is still in the tub and not all over the bathroom. Once again, I yell for Silas to come INSIDE. By this time, he's covered in dirt, has bloody knees and toes because we won't wear shoes, and I now have to help him find his shoes. Wait, Josiah is still in the bath. Screw the shoes, we'll find them in the morning. I pull Jos out of the bath and force Silas in. Why does my son all of a sudden hate the bath? Oh wait, he's a child after my own heart. (I used to pretend I was bathing almost regularly. I would fill the tub, splash my hand around some and put water on my hairline! so gross!- I was about 8, I think). 

Back to my nightly routine. Once Silas is in the bath Josiah has a roam around the house. I am constantly keeping him out of the laundry room where the litter box and cat food are- we've caught him with mouthfuls on many occasions. He has now pulled out all my tupperware and is closing all the doors in the house. Silas, unlike Josiah, creates a complete tidal wave when he bathes/swims. He dives in head first, kicks and paddles and then yells for his goggles. Where the heck are they? In the pool! So i run outside, grab them and force them on Silas' wet face. He's now happy for the next 20 minutes. 

6 o'clock- Josiah hits the hay. Sometimes i keep him up to see Stuart, but most of the time he's too nakered to keep awake so he's off before Stu gets home. I pull Silas out of the bath. Dress him, and pull the dinner out in time for Stuart to get home and we eat. Holy cow. I'm tired. We have a lovely dinner and by 6:30 we're finishing and putting things away. Silas and daddy go to read stories (i think about 4 of them a night) and we all say prayers and Silas is in bed by 7pm. 

Now, I put the dishes away, clean the kitchen and fall on the couch. Wait, i have laundry that i need to take off the line. Plus, 2 nights a week I either go to water aerobics (with all these old, big ladies with arthritis-they are lovely), go to boxercise or a cycling class- lying again, i haven't been to a cycling class yet, but i want to.

By 9 o'clock I'm in serious need of sleep. Stuart and I spend some time together talking about our day's. I check on the boys once again. Does anyone else do this? I can't go to sleep before checking on them. And my light is off by 9:30. What a flipping day! And that's when i'm not working. I don't know how anyone does it with more kids. Trying to round up 2 is hard work. More would just send me over i think! Honestly though, there's never a dull moment at the Ballantyne house. 

Right now I'm planning my birthday Pink Ribbon Breakfast on Saturday. I'm hosting this to raise money for breast cancer research. Everyone, and their mom, literally, have pulled out. man, I'm so bummed. Plus I'm also planning Josiah's very fun, getting very expensive 1st birthday party/ Ho Down. I'm so excited for that. Makes me feel real American again :) We are just so busy at the moment, but I'll save that for another post. Oh wait, all I have to say in closing is that my husband cut my baby's hair- he buzzed it when i wasn't home. My little man now looks like a big boy. I was not ready for that :) 

Night!