I began tossing and turning about 5 this morning when Marcus got out of bed. Dozing off a couple of times before I actually got out of bed about 7. I do that 7 days a week because I have two growing little boys that are ready to start the day with a box of waffles and a protein shake, regardless of how tired Mom is.
I start the coffee as soon as I get up. Then I proceed on to let Nolan pick out his cup, open the freezer so we can get the waffles out, and then run to his chair. I start the waffles and then it’s on to making Dane’s protein shake. After breakfast, I clean up, get dressed, finally drink my coffee, and so on and so forth.
I ahem We do a lot of cleaning, cooking, creating, playdates, errands, talking, reading, learning, playing, laundry, debating, negotiating, eating, and loving throughout the day. Shortly after lunch comes Nolans nap time and Dane’s quiet time. I usually have another cup of coffee and do more of the ‘unfun’ stuff from above.
Daddy gets home sometime between 3-5 in the afternoon. When he gets home we try to do family things such as a bike ride, a walk, play out back, get shaved ice, etc. Then we start dinner which is always a toss up in regards to how smooth it will go. Somedays I tell Dane what we’re having and he embraces it with open arms. Other days I spend the time I should be eating negotiating with Dane over a couple of bites of chicken. Sometimes I come out on top. And sometimes we leave that argument only to move on to the next debate of bath vs. shower.
to son down
Bath time, story time, 10 hugs, 10 kisses, a game of 20 questions and even more drinks of water later… and everyone is finally
asleep in bed. I’m in Mombie mode at this point as I scoot around the house collecting toys and clothes and cleaning up the kitchen. Sometimes I run errands at this time and other times I work on my blog. My plan is to go work out (which only happens about 45% of the time..but enough about that). By the time we begin our workout, it’s usually between 9-9:20. We typically work out for about an hour and then come in and do abs for about 15-20 minutes before finally showering about 11 pm.
Regardless of the schedule, we never fall into bed before 11:15, ever. When we do finally get there, Marc is out within minutes. This is when I should just roll over and go to sleep, BUT, I’m a Mom. This is my quiet time. My adult time. This is my time. I love spending this time in a good book (currently reading Pressing Pause – (AFF LINK) which I can’t recommend enough, I love it). I watch trashy reality tv, I browse social media, I look at fun slime recipes on Pinterest and read ‘5 days to a fit body’ articles.
moms are always tired
About 5 years ago I learned that at this point I could either choose sleep or choose the alone time. Alone time is what I needed more, period. I can function fairly well on a few hours of sleep, but I completely lose sight of me without some momma time. Now, don’t get me wrong. I don’t do this every night and its not always actually “me” time. Many times I use this time to pay bills, make the grocery list, or to fill out my calendar. Whatever it is I’m doing, I cherish the moment, because they get harder and harder to come by and once my eyes open tomorrow, its back to the hustle and bustle of Mommyhood.
Sure, I’ll be tired. We’re always tired, that’s the definition of being a Mom. But, this is why God created coffee, right? Coffee was a part of His plan and created for Mommas just like me. I’m not complaining. I knew what I signed up for when I decided to bring two perfect little souls into this world. When the day comes that my kids are grown with homes and families of their own, I’ll be missing those moments. Those moments of negotiating bites of chicken and picking up superhero undies off the bathroom floor. So, for now, I will remain tired. Tired and grateful, knowing that one day there will be plenty of time to sleep.