Tuesday started like any other day. Every typical suburban mom has days like this right?!
5:55am – alarm goes off. Snooze.
6:03am – alarm goes off again. Snooze twice.
6:30am – alarm goes off again. Finally open eyes and turn on the news. Afterall, we have to know the current pollen count right?
6:35am – both boys come bouncing into our room ready to start their day. Immediately I’m asked a million questions and told a thousand things.
- “Momma. I’m hungry.”
- “Momma. I have to go pee-pee.”
- “Momma. Get up pleeeeease.”
- “Momma. Can I vacuum?”
- “Momma. Did you make my chore chart yet?”
6:55am – roll out of bed because I’m now late.
6:55am until 7:35am – get myself ready for work; get the boys ready for school; make lunches; and make breakfast. Common phrases said numerous times during the 30+ minutes.
- “Yes, you have to change your underwear. It’s not optional.”
- “Please put your pants on.”
- “Your shirt is backwards.”
- “Why are your pants still not on?”
- “Are you wearing Christmas socks, Ryan?”
- “And are you wearing Halloween socks, Owen?”
- “Seriously, get your pants on please.”
7:35am – load everyone into the car and head to school
7:55am – finally leave school and start commute to my doctor (OB) appointment on the other side of Atlanta.
9:00am – arrive at doctor appointment.
10:10am – finally see the actual doctor. I went in for an extra appointment with a doctor I normally don’t see because of some weird pains and uncomfortable baby movements over the last several days. Basically, I was told that everything is perfectly fine and normal and that I’m carrying this baby completely different than I carried the boys. This baby is being front carried and sitting extremely low. She is very active and bouncing on my cervix. She is also a big baby like the boys were so she doesn’t have a lot of room to move and when she does move her arms and legs she is jabbing me in the exact same spot over and over throughout the day/night. It’s become painful because it’s basically like poking at a bruise over and over and over. I was told to drink lots of water; keep my stress low; and my feet elevated as much as possible. I was also told to be in water as often as I can because it will naturally lift the baby and the pressure she is placing on my cervix.
10:50am – arrive at work.
11:15am – leave for lunch meeting
11:17am – car won’t start. WHAT THE?!?!?!
11:19am – convince a coworker to drive me to a lunch meeting with the bribe that she will get a free lunch.
2:00pm – leave lunch and stress about whether or not the car will start.
2:15pm – no go on the car starting.
2:15pm until 3:45pm – call hubby; call Honda Carland; call road side assistance. Attempt jumping the car. Nope. Attempt looking at fuses. Nope. Attempt user manual. Nope.
3:45pm – As I stand next to my dead car in the parking lot I receive a call from our credit card fraud department due to suspicious activity on my account. No worries though because I was the suspicious activity. I hadn’t used my credit card in quite some time and then purchased a new vacuum cleaner on Monday over lunch during a minor freak out moment when I realized I didn’t have diapers for baby girl arriving in a few short weeks. I have no idea how a vacuum cleaner purchase came out of the diaper run over lunch, but regardless I spent several hundred dollars on a credit card I had not used in probably over a year. Thank you for checking to make sure it was legit; timing not so good though and just added to my crazy day, panic and stress level.
4:00pm – I leave to get boys from school using Jim’s car. Jim stays with the car and waits for tow truck.
4:30pm – tow car to Honda Carland.
5:00pm – get boys and run home to let the dog outside; grab the iPad for a movie in the car; grab a snack for the starving boys.
6:20pm – arrive at Honda Carland. See Jim car shopping and day dreaming about his next vehicle. His is old and time to be replaced. Not today though.
6:40pm – dinner from drive thru McDonald’s.
6:45pm – miss family night at school with pjs, snack and books read by teachers/director. Bummer.
7:30pm – finally arrive home.
8:00pm – boys in bed and mommy to follow not long afterwards.
I’m pretty sure when the doctor said low-stress he wasn’t referring to a broken down vehicle and rush hour traffic in Atlanta with two hungry kids in the backseat. Ahhh… the day in the life of a typical suburban family.
You can relate right?
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