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?
Thomas: No
Me: Are you going to
stay in bed all bed?
Thomas: Uh-huh
Me: Do you want to
get dressed?
Thomas: No
Me: Do you want to go
see Daddy?
Thomas: No
Me: What do you want
to do?
Thomas: Book.
Blanket. Sucky.
Me: Ok
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.
