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Day in the Life- Summer 2017
Wednesday, July 19th
CP is 41 years old
NSC is 38.5 years old
Izzy is 3.5 years old
Wes is 1 years old
Buster is 6.5 years old
This ended up not being a typical day, but oh well. Wes had thrown up at daycare the day before (twice) so I had to pick him up early and he couldn't go in on Wednesday. CP just started his new job on Monday so he obviously couldn't stay home with Wes...leaving me. We have less than two weeks in our rental house in a different suburb before we move back into our house (it's been four months of renovations).
5:48- I wake up two minutes before alarm is scheduled to go off due to Buster panting in his cone of shame. (Buster had X-rays done last week on his partially torn ACLs and they shaved part of his front right leg. He had been chewing at the leg, hence the cone of shame). This is considered "sleeping in" these days.
6:05- I let Buster out of the cone and outside, then feed him.
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| Not happy about the cone of shame |
I eat half a banana and drink some water. I let myself out the front door and run 2.65 miles while listening to This American Life podcast from a few weeks ago. The podcast got me mad so I think that I can attribute my faster pace to that today.
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| Ready to run! |
CP is eating breakfast when I get back and I ask him to wait until I'm out of the shower to leave for work. I quickly shower and when I get out I hear Izzy's voice. CP is helping her get dressed while I towel off and put my face stuff on.
Right after I am dressed for the day I hear Wes crying so I head into his bedroom.
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| Pick me up! |
Change his diaper, get him dressed, then bring him into the kitchen to put in the high chair while Izzy says her 10th goodbye to CP.
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| "Daddy I have to tell you something." |
Kiss CP goodbye and grab some Cheerios for Wes and a bottle of half milk/half formula.
Izzy cries because she wants applesauce from a pouch (we have homemade stuff in the fridge but she only wants it from a pouch) and I say no because those are for when we are out and about. I end up getting her a mini Lara bar and some milk but she has a fit because the milk is not in the right container. I stand firm because sometimes toddlers are too ridiculous.
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| Pouty face |
7:35 I get the kids in the car and we leave for daycare. Izzy is crying about wanting applesauce and Cheerios in the car because she is hungry. I let her know that breakfast will be served as soon as she gets to school.
8:07- Wes and I exit daycare but then I catch a whiff of a poopy diaper so I change him in the back of the car before driving home. During my drive I listen to NPR talking about Trump saying that he will let Obamacare fail and it makes my blood boil. I look back at some point and see Wes eating Izzy's unicorn board book so I take it away at a stoplight.
Once home, I sit Wes back in his high chair and make him scrambled eggs. He eats and I make myself an egg and cheese sandwich to eat as well.
He also points and grunts to let me know that he wants some of my water.
After breakfast Wes has another poopy diaper so I change him before I decide to take him on a walk to get outside before it gets too hot. We walk to the nearby park for some swing time. Then Wes quickly goes up the stairs and has fun bouncing on the unstable bridge before I take him down the slide on my lap. I want to make sure to get him home before he gets too tired so we walk home. I get into the house and I'm a bit sweaty because it is so humid out!
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| I am an expert pointer |
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| Cutie pie (despite his hand foot & mouth red bumps and two mosquito bites on his face) |
10- My ankle hurts- most likely from my running every other day, but fat chance I am going to stop. The three times a week that I get to run is my "me" time and although it is early when I do get to run, I am really enjoying it (so far 20.6 miles this month). I contemplate getting ice for my ankle, but realize that I won't just get to sit around on the couch with Wes. He is currently pushing Izzy's stool around the room, highly enjoying the loud noise that it makes.
Suddenly, Wes crawls at me in alarm because Buster and the neighbor dogs are barking at each other through the fence. I call Buster inside to stop the barking. Wes and I play a while before I give him a bottle and put him down for a nap around 10:45.
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| Buster moves in for some lovin' |
I turn on my work computer and call in to an 11am conference call.
12:30- Wes wakes up from his nap so I change him and make him lunch (half a pb&j and a cut up kiwi). I scrounge in the fridge to find leftover cooked hamburgers from Wes' bday party and have a cheeseburger for lunch. CP texts about getting pet insurance. We decide to get it thinking that we have a long and expensive road ahead with Buster. The policy goes into effect in 14 days.
1- Bathtime for wes!
Everything is going fine and Wes is doing some good splashing until he poops when I am about to take him out. Yuck. Thanks buddy. I am trying to clean up his tub while my friend from law school who just arrived in Chicago is texting me about our plans tonight. She is in town for a conference and will be taking the train to our town to have dinner with us. I get Wes dressed and give him a bottle. He wants to hold it halfway through (something he never does)- yes buddy please do!
I change pants and get in the car with Wes. I pull out and make a last minute decision to stop by our house since Wes is awake.
2:30- We check out progress on the house and I talk to the cabinet installer who is putting in our kitchen cabinets; text pics of the work to CP. On the way back to our rental house Wes and I stop by to pick up our CSA box for the week.
3:30- We arrive home and I give Wes the rest of his bottle and put him in his crib to hopefully nap.
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| NICE! |
I put away the CSA veggies and then go back in Wes' room to rock him because he is crying and threw his few stuffed animals out of the crib in anger. It takes him a while to fall asleep; in the meantime I hope back on my computer and work until 4:30. I put the two camp chairs in the back of the car and put some extra diapers and an outfit for Wes in the diaper backpack. Buster gets an early dinner because we won't be home until later and then gets the cone of shame. I then wake up Wes and change him, then leave to pick up Izzy at daycare.
5:20- Surprisingly it is a fast exit from daycare once I tell Izzy that we are picking up my friend at the train station. We pick up my law school friend and head to a nearby restaurant; CP joins us a few minutes later. We all eat dinner (I had a steak salad) and then head over to our house to check it out. There is a weekly concert two blocks from our house so we all walk over with a blanket. Unfortunately, the band plays country music so my friend and I talk while trying to keep Wes somewhat close to us while Izzy plays on the swings with CP. We were supposed to meet a daycare friend at the park but I find out via text that he puked all over the place once they got there...so probably best that we didn't meet up.
7:50- Wes poops AGAIN so CP takes him back to the car to change him and take him home since it is way past his bedtime.
8:15- Izzy and I wait for friend's train back into city, say our goodbyes, and walk back to our house. On the way home she tries to catch a firefly.
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| Trying to catch a firefly |
On the ride back to the rental house, Izzy tells me that she is hungry. Once home I grab Izzy a banana and a cup of water and then let Buster out. Meanwhile, CP is in Wes' room trying to put him to bed. I get Izzy dressed in her pajamas and she brushes her teeth- she is finally in bed by 9pm (an hour later than usual). I head to my bathroom to take out my contacts, brush my teeth, and put on my pjs. I head into the living room and watch the second episode of "Friends from College" on Netflix with CP.
9:45- I kiss CP and head to bed, reading my Feedly feed until 10:10. I finally stop myself as I need to get to sleep!
THE END.