Things have changed dramatically in this day of this life. I recently jumped ship on the whole commuting to Toronto BS, joined the gym and my little nugget started sleeping straight through till morning. What a difference a couple months makes. I thought it was time to revise. And also, I am procrastinating. I have a beefy post, with hyperlinks and pictures, drawings and quotes, but it’s not ready and I don’t want to stare at it anymore. So I thought I would update the REST of my blog. We’re up to 17 daily reads; this is the big time people.
5:14a – My first alarm goes off, on Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays I get up. (Thursdays I get to snooze once and Fridays… geez, Fridays I’m not even coherent until 6:30).
5:16a – Hustle around in the dark for my meds (one pill daily for my thyroid) and my water bottle.
5:18a – Shuffle into the bathroom, where my gym clothes are laid out and ready for me (thank you night time Melanie).
5:21a – Shimmy into my uber snug sports bra, curse the thing. Check the mirror and head to the stairs
*yes my mornings include a hustle, shuffle and a shimmy.
5:24a – in the kitchen, top up my water bottle and grab a snack; typically a piece of fruit, this morning was an Oreo. I just need something in my belly before I work out.
5:31a – Fire up the Hyundai Bullet, crank the heat and buckle in.
5:45a – Pull into the Mall parking lot (my gym is upstairs), laugh at all the gym go-ers (which is a lot for 5:45a) that drive around looking for the best/closest spot so they can go to the gym and run on the treadmill #logic
5:50a – 6:35a – Every morning is different, but I am at the gym #workingonmyfitness, you’ll have to read the blog for the details.
6:40a – Gear up for the cold (this should be changing soon, please). Wave bye to Vanessa (my work out buddy) and head to the car.
6:47a – Pull into the driveway, see my dear husband in the window eating Eggo’s. He is a creature of habit.
*13 minutes of chit chat with the man
7:00a – Crack the door on Thomas’s bedroom, because the little chatter bug is singing to himself. And typically practising all of his new words… this morning was “Mummy, Please, Daddy, Please, Mum, Please”. Apparently our politeness is embedded in his core.
7:10a – Have our morning discussion.
Me: Thomas do you want to get up now?
Me: Are you going to stay in bed all bed?
Me: Do you want to get dressed?
Me: Do you want to go see Daddy?
Me: What do you want to do?
Thomas: Book. Blanket. Sucky.
7:13a – Leave Thomas reading, under the covers and hit the showers.
7:18a – (no time to dwaddle) wrapped in a huge towel, I get the little nugget up (this is usually a battle) and dressed and call Daddy for the hand-off.
7:23a – Try and do something with my hair.
7:26a – Give up.
7:27a – Head downstairs for breakfast, usually I am dressed and 9 times out of 10 I am presentable.
7:31a – Pack my lunch and gargle my ‘green’ shake, it’s gross but full of the good stuff.
7:36a – Fall on to the couch for cuddles with Thomas.
7:42a – Head out to work.
7:50a - I am AT work. Yes.
8a – 1:30p – Work, with ‘walking breaks’ every 40minutes. I have a timer that beeps every 40minutes; at that point I take a lap around the office, about 300 steps.
1:35p – Get home in time for Austin & Ally.
2:20p – Back to work after a hot lunch and sometimes a nap (those are the best days).
2:30-5p – Work, my walking breaks don’t usually make it into the afternoon. My work day entails a lot of data entry and formatting. Occasionally an email with Katl or the Mommies, just occasionally.
5:04p – In the car on my way to pick Thomas up from Daycare; usually on the phone with a parent. I am not choosey, whichever is available. If no parent is available, then I listen to Kiss 92.5, because Blake and Wilde are hilarious (some loyalties never waiver).
5:18p – Arrive at Holly’s, knock and watch as Thomas squeals for the door, but doesn’t come to the door.
5:20p – Get the rundown of Thomas’s day and start to try to lure him to the door. He is smart, and won’t get too close, because he doesn’t want to leave.
5:36p – Load Thomas in his carseat (yes, it takes that long).
5:40p – Hear all about his day, open the sun roof a dozen times and feed him a snack.
5:47p – Arrive home, Richard is (still) in the kitchen making dinner, we’ve got a great system; when I am not napping on lunch, I do the dinner prep. That way he can come home, read my note and get dinner finished in time for us to arrive home. He even cleans as he does it. #besthusband
6:20p – Wash off the boy and put the dishes away.
6:30p – Play. We just play in the evenings; it might mean blocks or books, guitar or colouring.
6:47p – Thomas climbs the stairs and proclaims ‘Nap.’ This is our cue to get him ready for bed.
7:17p – After a bath, massage and book, Thomas is snuggled in my arms watching Donald Duck cartoons until he finishes his bottle. Then it is off to bed.
7:24p – With empty bottle, monitor and phone in hand I truck down the stairs and collapse on the couch with Richard. We snuggle and watch mindless TV until I can’t keep my eyes open.
8:32p – I am going to bed.
10p – I am sound asleep wrapped in warm cocoon of contentment.
What a change from my previous post… no more I am more relaxed and happier in my day to day! The only change coming is the addition of a personal trainer in the evenings… this body is running out of time to be summer ready.