Routine 2.0
After the rollercoaster start my two kids and I are starting to get used to each other in the setup that fate dealt to us.
In the morning after my husband goes to work we all more or less diligently but all ever as stilish get dressed and we get Nora to school. Me and Oliver rush back home for Oliver next feed after which I am also allowed to have breakfast, of course by that time I am starving out of my wits.
Oliver does not sleep in the morning unless you hold him in your arm or you drive him around in the car so I have two options (both pleasant I should say) either I drive to the shopping center for some snooping around or I settle on the couch to watch TV with Oliver in my arms. I try to healthily alternate the two options. This activity brings us to lunch (well my lunch at least). I rarely have time to prepare myself a proper meal so I will not bother you with the lunch details (not so interesting). I hurry my lunch in because the clock is chasing me and it is time to feed Oliver again, little mouths wait for nothing and no-one.
I duly feed, him change him and....oh my god it is already 2 PM which gives me a capital of 45 minute before it is time to get ready again to pick Nora from school. Let's assume it is a Thursday, which means that Nora has her swimming lesson at the other side of town, so after school we rush zig-zagging through town to reach the swimming pool in time for the lesson at 3:45 PM. During the ride I try to bribe Nora into jumping off the side of the pool, which is a basic requirements to acquire the swimming diploma and which she categorically refuses to do since months. I do not know whether my bribes are not good enough or I do not propose them correctly but week after week I keep failing.
The swinming moms (excuse my variation on the main theme of the soccer moms) are also worth spending quite some words but I will write about them another time. Nora is on swimming lesson since one and half year and before my maternity leave I had never taken her to the lesson, so this was a skill which I also needed to acquire as fast as possible. I have now optimized my processes and we manage to get out of there by 4:45PM.
We crazily rush through town again because it is time for Oliver's next feed, which brings us to 6PM, well time to get dinner started of course, before the husbands gets back home. Of course this is not 1958 therefore if dinner is not ready and pizza will be ordered a 21st century husband (at least mine) does definitely not dare asking why is the dinner not ready.
Bringing Nora to bed and feeding Oliver again conclude my list of daily activities, after which I collapse on the bed and I do not know whether I am more exahusted in body or in mind!
In the morning after my husband goes to work we all more or less diligently but all ever as stilish get dressed and we get Nora to school. Me and Oliver rush back home for Oliver next feed after which I am also allowed to have breakfast, of course by that time I am starving out of my wits.
Oliver does not sleep in the morning unless you hold him in your arm or you drive him around in the car so I have two options (both pleasant I should say) either I drive to the shopping center for some snooping around or I settle on the couch to watch TV with Oliver in my arms. I try to healthily alternate the two options. This activity brings us to lunch (well my lunch at least). I rarely have time to prepare myself a proper meal so I will not bother you with the lunch details (not so interesting). I hurry my lunch in because the clock is chasing me and it is time to feed Oliver again, little mouths wait for nothing and no-one.
I duly feed, him change him and....oh my god it is already 2 PM which gives me a capital of 45 minute before it is time to get ready again to pick Nora from school. Let's assume it is a Thursday, which means that Nora has her swimming lesson at the other side of town, so after school we rush zig-zagging through town to reach the swimming pool in time for the lesson at 3:45 PM. During the ride I try to bribe Nora into jumping off the side of the pool, which is a basic requirements to acquire the swimming diploma and which she categorically refuses to do since months. I do not know whether my bribes are not good enough or I do not propose them correctly but week after week I keep failing.
The swinming moms (excuse my variation on the main theme of the soccer moms) are also worth spending quite some words but I will write about them another time. Nora is on swimming lesson since one and half year and before my maternity leave I had never taken her to the lesson, so this was a skill which I also needed to acquire as fast as possible. I have now optimized my processes and we manage to get out of there by 4:45PM.
We crazily rush through town again because it is time for Oliver's next feed, which brings us to 6PM, well time to get dinner started of course, before the husbands gets back home. Of course this is not 1958 therefore if dinner is not ready and pizza will be ordered a 21st century husband (at least mine) does definitely not dare asking why is the dinner not ready.
Bringing Nora to bed and feeding Oliver again conclude my list of daily activities, after which I collapse on the bed and I do not know whether I am more exahusted in body or in mind!
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