7:15 Up, coffee, breakfast. Check e-mail, check banking, Pin some stuff, make sure my social network didn't implode overnight (discover one friend's baby finally sleeps through the night after 8 months, someone else went drinking, yet another loves Jesus so much it hurts - good; life is normal.) and compile my to-do list right beside my to-bitch-out list which includes several subcontractors, contractors and the like.
8:00 Peyton wakes up. Gah! Squee! I love her! Scoop her up and pat her a bit because I know she needs to burp and because it's the quietest part of the day and I can talk to her about my to-bitch-out list and not worry that she's going to repeat the bad words I'm sweetly whispering in her ear. (Oh her hair smells so good and she's so squishy!)
8:01 Decide the smell and squishiness are too much to handle and commence my daily 5,004,369 kisses applied to various parts of her body... Nurse her for a bit and go back to cuddling and kissing.
8:20 Realize that although being lost in baby-cheek-induced bliss is lovely, reality bites hard if you ignore it for too long. Decide to focus attention on dishwasher - I HATE emptying the dishwasher. Sigh. Grumble and groan and smooch Peyton some more. Change diaper. Realize she wants to play so I leave her on the floor with some toys and actually focus on the dishes... Real start-time of dishwasher emptying? Probably around 8:25.
8:25.30 Pat myself on back for having organized plastic containers! (And see lunchboxes for school - get pumped!) Also silently curse still-sleeping sweet babies for leaving their shorts and ball in the freaking kitchen... then silently chastise myself because I should have cleaned it up the night before. Sigh.
8:26 Now in a cursing mood, stare at phone and decide to make some phone calls to start crossing people off my to-bitch-out list. It goes poorly.
8:36 Finished with the first half of my phone calls (I told you it went poorly), it's now time to tackle my arch-nemesis: The Sippy Cup Cabinet. I hate it; it hates me. I save sippy cups for last when I empty the dishwasher because I HATE it so, so much.
8:38 Realize that I've got a few more minutes of productivity going so I should go find something else to do so I go to the laundry room... EEK!
8:38.02 Promptly shut the laundry room door and back out slowly.
8:38.10 Check on Peyton. Yup! Still happy! Aaaaw! Head back to laundry room (this is will power at it's finest, ladies and gentlemen) and at least get a load of laundry started in the washing machine.
8:40 Back in kitchen, survey mess left on counter and in sink that didn't fit in dishwasher the night before. Ugh. Gotta fix this. I tell Peyton that I have to put the "yucky stuff away" and realize my vocabulary has taken a major hit since becoming a parent.
8:41 Nearly drop a knife on my toe when I hear "tee hee hee" and realize that Jack has escaped and at some point tip-toed into "his" chair and has been watching me for an unknown amount of time until his little 4-year-old brain couldn't handle it anymore and he let out a "tee hee hee" and alerted me to his presence. Love the little fluffy-headed child.
8:45 I hear the girls making noise so I wipe the counter off and survey the shiny cleanliness. Ah. A clean kitchen to start the day. Bliss. Time to go get the twins.
8:46 This is what I find - a jumble of toddler, blankets and stuffies. Addie is always squinty and annoyed and Jordan is usually yammering some jibberish about how hungry she is. I am always angry when I see them at 30 pounds each, over 2 years old, sharing this crib because I know it's got to be unsafe but I can't put them downstairs in their beds. And then I grumble and groan about the nightmare that is going to be getting them to sleep in their beds. Seriously, it's going to suck.
8:47 To ease my frustration, I scoop em up - Addie first but she wants to get down, then Jordan who wants to snug for a second. I leave the room carrying Jordan to find Addie and get breakfast going, and I find that Addie has ALREADY gotten into the flip flops and is ready to accuse me of holding Jordan and not her. Sigh. It begins.
8:50 Both girls are in their seats ready for breakfast and Jack has joined them at the table. And we have the first temper tantrum of the day. When I present Addie her food (a cinnamon roll and some Crispix cereal with banana slices) it is apparently WRONG and she screams and swats the plate away with no less fury than if I had slapped down a pile of rat eyeballs covered in diarrhea gravy. Okay. I took the offensive plate away and she pounded the table. I gave it back and she screamed. Nice. Time to walk away.
8:51 Time to ponder the dinner question. Open the freezer and see absolutely nothing of interest....
8:53 Give Addie her food back and her crying slows to sniffles. Defeated, I sit down and open the laptop to distract myself while the kids eat.
8:54 Addie sullenly decides that the cinnamon roll and other goodies are acceptable after all and, with as much "addietude" as she can muster, begins eating.
8:56 Peyton lets out a gigantic fart and starts crying which means she pooped. Diaper change time. By the end of it, Addie and Jordan are yelling at one another about something and smacking their plates on the table. Augh. It's going to be one of those days.
9 am I finish snugging Peyton and get up to deal with the girls. Roll my eyes and check my coffee cup. Rats.
9:01 Set up a new pot of coffee (which, sadly, I don't even find time to drink. Sigh. Win some and lose some.)
9:05 The girls are down and their diapers are changed, I put PB back in the Bumbo so she can "hang" with the big sibs and I start making my laundry-gathering rounds.
9:06 I check the office and realize I have lots of filing and paperwork to deal with. I handle that like I handled the laundry earlier... shut. the. door.
9:06 When I see the pile of laundry in my bathroom, the full realization of how far behind on laundry I am hits me. Sigh. It's laundry day. Scooping that pile up makes me realize how filthy our shower is. Sigh. It's also bathroom cleaning day. So much for my to-do list.
At this point, I've totally lost track of time because I'm bouncing back and forth between the bathrooms, the kitchen to get snacks, the living room to play with the kids, etc. I've also lost track of my camera. At one point, I found it and snapped a photo of Jack playing Mario Kart for our Wii.
I also was demanded to read these books to Jordan. She loves books.
But I had to wait to read to her because I looked over at Peyton who had determined that she was d-o-n-e sitting in the Bumbo and was now tired and hungry. Nurse her and put her down for a nap.
11 something? Jordan has waited patiently, so it's time to read some books!
3 books later... She is ready for some tickling and goofing around...
I LOVE to tickle Jordan!
Addie, meanwhile, is playing happily (for once!) and quietly with her Toy Story dolls. Score! Time to get a little more cleaning done and make lunch.
12:30 Lunch time! Peanut butter sandwiches and cheese cubes and peaches (none for Jack - they're "Guh-ROOOOS-uh")
12:45 Realize my contractors are STILL not here. Annoyed. I probably could have gone to the beach after all. Very, very, angry.
12:46 Try to turn anger into something productive... check on laundry - dryer still going. Good, I can put that off a bit longer.
12:47 Clean another toilet.
12:50 Take a minute for prayer and reflection. In the bathroom. It is what it is.
1 pm The contractors are here! Follow them around pestering them for a bit while the kids finish lunch and watch some Super Why!... (And think to myself that I wish it was Curious George instead... The Man in the Yellow Hat is kinda hot.)
1:15 Get on the computer for a few minutes because I can hang out with the kiddos and spy on dudes at the same time.
1:30 Peyton is up from her nap. Nurse and cuddle time with her so I unleash the big kids and let them play for a bit before the twins need to go down for a nap.
1:40 The kids are playing nicely. Love them! Then, I realize I haven't eaten lunch OR had my other cup of coffee. Grrr.
1:41 Iced coffee and the crusts off Jack's sandwich. Sigh. On a diet like this, how is it that I'm still reduced to wearing Spanx? Annoyed.
2 pm - Put girls down for nap and set Jack up with my lap top since Peyton is playing happily on the floor and I can get some stuff done.
2-4pm my day consists of cleaning supplies,
5 pm The girls are awake. Jordan was jumping for joy. I love how happy and bubbly she is when she wakes up!
5:30 Husband comes home! Yay! (Although I love him to pieces and enjoy having him around immensely, I'm mostly glad he can help midget wrangle during their "witching hourS"!)
5:31-7pm-ish Cooking dinner, serving dinner, cleaning up from dinner... dishes in sink/dishwasher, etc. Also no time to take photos. Also finding it difficult to take photos with children hanging off legs. Sigh.
7:10 Hand Peyton to Justin and head back to the basement to keep working. Also take breaks to do the bedtime routines, clean up the mess upstairs and nurse Peyton... continue doing all of this until after 10:30 pm.
11pm Notice this mess is still outside when I'm locking up for the evening. I choose to deal with this the way I deal with laundry: shut the door and figure I can deal with it later. Bed sounds good.