{"id":1529,"date":"2005-03-22T22:40:18","date_gmt":"2005-03-23T02:40:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sarahsthreads.com\/journal\/2005\/03\/a-day-in-the-life\/"},"modified":"2005-03-22T22:40:18","modified_gmt":"2005-03-23T02:40:18","slug":"a-day-in-the-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sarahsthreads.com\/journal\/2005\/03\/a-day-in-the-life\/","title":{"rendered":"A Day In The Life"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A few people (hopefully nobody who reads this blog) have suggested that as a stay-at-home mom, having all sorts of &#8220;free time&#8221;, I ought to be doing ______ (fill in the blank).  I think they assume that I sit in front of the television and eat bon-bons all day.  (Oh, wait, <i>that&#8217;s<\/i> what I&#8217;m supposed to be doing?)  Anyway, after one such conversation, my self esteem plummeted, and I ate several Dove dark chocolate eggs while awaiting notification that I&#8217;d won the &#8220;World&#8217;s Worst Wife and Mother&#8221; award.<\/p>\n<p>So, I decided to track a day in my life to see what I actually do.  After seeing it all written down, I can&#8217;t imagine why I don&#8217;t have time to do the things various people think I ought to be doing.  All sarcasm aside, if my parents didn&#8217;t live next door I&#8217;d be in very sorry shape right now.<\/p>\n<p>If you want to see all the stuff I did today, read on&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p class=\"closer_spacing\">\n1:27 AM: awaken to screaming baby.  pick up baby.  rock baby.<br \/>\n1:29 AM: give up and bring baby to bed.<br \/>\n4:52 AM: feed baby.<br \/>\n6:30 AM: wake up to alarm.  transfer baby back to crib.  take dogs out.  feed dogs.  check email.<br \/>\n7:10 AM: shower.  dress.  get laundry and trash together.<br \/>\n7:24 AM: take out trash.  start laundry.<br \/>\n7:33 AM: pick up wakey baby.  change diaper.  feed baby.<br \/>\n8:05 AM: eat breakfast.  play with baby.<br \/>\n8:53 AM: change diaper.  feed baby.  try to get baby to nap.<br \/>\n9:43 AM: finally get baby to sleep.  move laundry.  crochet in front of Tivo.<br \/>\n10:49 AM: pick up baby.  change diaper.  feed baby.<br \/>\n11:15 AM: baby needs another diaper change.  (uh-oh. first dirty diaper in three days.)<br \/>\n11:17 AM: oh, sh*t, diaper leaked.<br \/>\n11:18 AM: worst. blowout. ever.<br \/>\n11:20 AM: give baby bath.<br \/>\n11:30 AM: dress baby.  scrub onesie.  change crib (puddles of spit-up).  fold first load of baby laundry.  start another load of baby laundry.<br \/>\n12:15 PM: play with baby.<br \/>\n1:00 PM: take dogs out.<br \/>\n1:05 PM: feed baby.<br \/>\n1:46 PM: try to transfer sleeping baby to crib.<br \/>\n1:47 PM: pick baby back up.<br \/>\n1:52 PM: eat lunch.<br \/>\n2:15 PM: make bottle.*<br \/>\n2:18 PM: play with baby.<br \/>\n2:45 PM: change diaper. take dogs out. take baby for walk around the block, end up at Grandma&#8217;s.<br \/>\n3:30 PM: attempt to get baby to take bottle.*<br \/>\n3:47 PM: try sippy cup.*<br \/>\n4:00 PM: give up and feed baby.<br \/>\n4:15 PM: put sleeping baby in pack &#038; play at Grandma&#8217;s.  go to Target to buy different bottles.*<br \/>\n5:27 PM: return to Grandma&#8217;s.  play with baby.<br \/>\n6:30 PM: change diaper. feed baby.<br \/>\n6:45 PM: eat dinner (thank you, mom!)<br \/>\n7:00 PM: leave baby with Grandma.  go home to feed and let out dogs.  quickly wash and sterilize new bottles and pump.*<br \/>\n7:15 PM: head back to Grandma&#8217;s.  play with baby.  change diaper.<br \/>\n9:15 PM: return home.  change diaper.  change baby into pajamas.  feed baby.<br \/>\n9:40 PM: take dogs out.<br \/>\n10:00 PM: pump.  take milk out of freezer to thaw overnight.*<br \/>\n10:40 PM: blog.  watch Tivo.  attempt to stay awake.<br \/>\n11:15 PM: take dogs out. check on baby. get ready for bed.<br \/>\n11:23 PM: fall into bed.  realize laundry isn&#8217;t folded.  ignore until morning.\n<\/p>\n<p>* Due to the show being so close and the rehearsals getting longer, I needed to leave a bottle with my parents last night for Carrie.  She refused it.  She&#8217;s taken bottles before, so I thought it was a fluke.  Nope &#8211; she wouldn&#8217;t take it today, either.  Hopefully she&#8217;ll take the new bottle tomorrow night, or she&#8217;s going to have to go 6 hours until I get home.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A few people (hopefully nobody who reads this blog) have suggested that as a stay-at-home mom, having all sorts of &#8220;free time&#8221;, I ought to be doing ______ (fill in the blank). 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