I rarely endorse blanket statements, but I will say with 100% certainty that a mother’s day never quite ends because it is merely a cycle. Whether you work at home or work outside the home, working takes hours. This isn’t to say stay-at-home mothers who don’t work for an income, have any less full days. I find it challenging working from home, writing, but it helps financially. My two freelance writing jobs add up to a full-time working schedule every week.
My mother stayed at home for years and didn’t have to work and so most of her life she didn’t. I’d love to know what other mothers have done. And what a day in the life of other mothers looks like.
Let’s just take my Monday, for example:
Let’s say I know Davy has the “afternoon shift” at work the next day, from 2-10pm, so I prep Monday’s lunch and Noah’s morning bottle.
7am – Noah awakes after 12-13 hours of sleep and after fussing about changing his very full pamper of pee, he basically drains his bottle in silence but with cuddles. Noah and I have always had quiet time together during his morning feedings from the very beginning. We just groove in our rocking chair as he drinks his breakfast, and we both hug and wake up slowly. He always wakes up faster though.
9am – Davy’s made coffee, and I’ve made breakfast. We get caught up on news and social media while Noah has some dry cereal while watching Belgian baby learning videos. Noah’s now at the “bouncing his butt dancing” stage and it never ceases to crack us up no matter how many times we’ve seen him do it. He also happily farts until he takes a poop around this time. Davy loves taking this diaper change, and when I say “loves” I mean “dry heaves”.
10am – We go to the farmer’s market and stock up on fruit and veggies and cheeses and such. The vendors give Noah little baby samples of food and he’s in heaven the whole time.
11am – I reply to tweets and messages and emails and comments on their respective platforms from the sofa, while Noah rediscovers his play corner and chews on various toys before throwing them over his shoulder. He then chats us up while he’s fed half a baby yogurt and eats the other half messily on his own in the kitchen, while I’m making lunch in there.
1pm – I’ve prepared Davy’s meal to take for work, then made a hot lunch for all of us that we’ve just eaten, and Noah’s about to go down for a nap. Around this time is when quickies happen, when Davy’s got the afternoon shift because there a small window of time for high school groping and sex just for fun.
3pm – I’ve cleaned up after breakfast and lunch, and thrown laundry everywhere it belongs, and logged in online at “work” where I write language for catalogues. Noah awakes from his nap and requires some sunscreen for playing outside or visiting the neighborhood farm animals, and we’re off. Noah prefers to be outside as much as humanly possible for a one-year-old.
5pm – I’ve done some cleaning and paperwork and run errands while avoiding too many conversations with very curious neighbors who invade general personal space. I’ve logged in here and there to do some work while keeping an eye on Noah as he feeds himself banana or pear and some brown bread with cheese or butter. My imagination runs wild along with Noah’s, as we play and carry on grand conversations.
7pm – I’ve tidied up around the house and Skyped with my mother with Noah, then given Noah his bath and bottle and bed time story for the night. I’ll then log in to do some work while eating something less than a meal.
9pm – I usually start writing a blog for my site here and publish it…then share it on Facebook and Twitter.
11pm – I’ve logged in to do some more work and greeted Davy after a long day’s work for both of us and begun to wind down for the night together. I haven’t done as much work as i’d like and the house is never clean enough and I’m exhausted all over again but I’ll still try to get in a little free writing. Some sex too.
1am – I can barely get my ass to bed but I know deep down inside this is all a blessing that my day actually revolves around the days of Davy and Noah.