5:17 am: Wake up. I hear Aaron crying. I realize it's technically morning, but too early for our day to start; especially since Doug and I fell asleep on the couches watching TV last night and didn't actually get into bed until 2am. Dang.
5:25am: Decide to make a bottle. (Yes, he is almost 18 months old, don't judge me.) Holding onto hope of another hour of sleep.
6:00am: Take crying Aaron out of boys' room. Try not to wake Jonathan up. Lay down on couch - again - listen to Aaron cry. He lays down on the floor and stops crying. Oh wait, no, more crying. Oh, wait, happy... uh, no, more crying. Dang, again. There goes my hope. Try breakfast. Aaron points to yogurt in fridge. Get said yogurt. Two spoonfuls later and I will spend next 10 minutes cleaning said yogurt from tile floor. Thank God we have tile floor.
7:05am: Hear Doug upstairs. Decide to leave crying baby to see husband. Good choice. Aaron cries for a bit then follows me upstairs where a pile of toys distracts him momentarily. Doug asks if Jon is up. "No" I reply, "he still has an hour before school. Plenty of time." (I had used downstairs crying time to pack Jon's lunch and make myself a cup of coffee and was feeling quite productive.)
7:40am: Jon is up, eating Kix for breakfast. Starting to feel rushed. Trying to get dressed and avoid holding Aaron (he follows me and whines). Yelling downstairs to see if Jon has his shoes on. Find his shoes. Find Aaron's shoes. Everyone, get in the car! Now!!
7:56am: On the way to school. Must be there by 8am. Sure, plenty of time.
8:02am: Walk Jonathan to school holding Aaron. Say good-bye. Made it just in time before the door closed. Now, off to the doctor. In Encinitas.
8:15am: On the freeway, Aaron fell asleep.
8:23am: Arrive at doctor's office. Have to wake Aaron up and relaize now he probably won't take another nap. Dang. Again.
8:45am: Leave doctor's office with cranky baby. Rash is roseola or possibly another allergic reaction, but not likely. We decide to leave that off chart. Pass Target and wish my brain worked half as well before I had kids, because then I could stop and get what I know is on a list on my fridge at home. Grrr. Decide to go home and get list.
9:06am: Grab list from home.
9:23am: Arrive at Target to discover Aaron fell asleep 2 minutes before I pulled into the parking spot. DANG! Wake him up anyway since we are here.
10:04am: Leave Target, unload stuff to car. Putting cart away when I realize there is a container of baby food I did not pay for. The great debate. It's only a dollar. I'm sure they owe me a buck by now. My conscience wins out and I walk back in carrying Aaron and pay $1.09 in cash for baby food. Think as I walk to car that I would have felt guilty forever, so glad I did it.
10:10am: Rain. Just as I closed the door to the car. Feeling blessed.
10:19am: Stop at Starbucks for second coffee of the morning. Aaron fell asleep. (Woo-hoo!)
10:32am: Home, sweet home. To do dishes. Sweet dishes. Went to unload dishwasher. See that it was stopped mid-cycle last night (For TV viewing) and not restarted. Dang. Handwash all dishes in sink and run dishwasher.
11:20am: Dishes mostly done. Decide to make some wheat bread since Target did not have the right kind and I don't want to wake Aaron for another store trip. See on calendar that this week is all minimum days. Silently thank God for the fact that I saw that before I was late to pick up Jon.
12:02pm: Finished dishes. Leave to pick up Jonathan from school. Hope to get a parking place. Aaron is awake.
12:50pm: Aaron will not be happy on the ground, so I am holding him. Jonathan is doing a new puzzle in the garage and now... what to eat? Heat up some leftovers and eat. One-handed.
1:10pm: First of many afternoon tantrums by Aaron. He throws the yogurt he so nicely asked for. (pointed to and said "gugur?") Take him out of highchair, clean up yogurt. Aaron throws himself back and hits his head on the tile. Jon is asking for help with puzzle. I give up. Pick up Aaron, help Jon finish the puzzle. Fix a snack for Jon and some more food for Aaron now that he is calm.
1:25pm: Kids are finally eating. Together. At the table. A miracle!
1:44pm: Start more laundry. Kids are playing in the garage. Nicely. Wow. Cater to demands for bubbles, balls, and walks.
2:35pm: Try to lay Aaron down for a nap. He reluctantly falls asleep in crib. Play with Jonathan outside. Check on Aaron - still asleep so I ride on the big scooter with Jonathan and then check on Aaron after 2 loops.
3:35pm: Aaron is awake and crying. Dang.
3:38pm: Outside with all the neighborhood playing.
3:48pm: It's only been ten minutes. Really?!?
5:46pm: Going inside because Aaron wants a snack. I think.
5:58pm: Cleaning up more yogurt off the floor. Dang. (Thinking, "But he pointed at it, grabbed it from the refrigerator and got himself a spoon. Surely he wanted it!")
6:12pm: Doug is home! Doug is home! Hooray!!!
6:30pm: Dinner is served. Leftovers. Yay. It was good though, so there is no complaining. All of us are sitting at the table. A rare sight. Someone should photograph this so I could have a chance of remembering it. Oh well. It's over. Aaron is down and throwing stuff, Jonathan announces he is finished and I am ready to climb into bed. Alas, there is more work to be done.
7:08pm: I e-mail Aunt Linda so she won't think I am ignoring all her wonderful messages. Try to get a start on dishes that have piled up throughout the day and evening. No luck. Will do tomorrow. We hear Adam outside. Flashlights!! (Suburban fun.)
8:00pm: Doug is giving Aaron a bath. Jonathan is getting his pajamas on and his teeth brushed. Read 2 stories to Jonathan. Wash Aaron's hair. Doug pulls him out of the bath and dries him off and sends him running naked into the bedroom. I get him dressed while Doug warms up a bottle.
8:37pm: Bedtime has arrived.
9:02pm: Freedom!!!! I start this Blog. I hear Doug downstairs playing XBox, so continue until I hear the TV go on. Go downstairs and hang out with Doug and watch Winter Olympics. Fall asleep on couch. Remind myself to go to bed earlier tomorrow.
