I get asked this nearly daily... if not more. "Things are moving right along," I usually respond. Often I get looks like "How?" and "Are you lying?" or smirks. But really, life is just "moving right along."
During the first month, I wrote a ridiculous schedule of my chaotic life. It has improved incredibly, from chaos and frustration to chaos and joy. We are having a blast.
A typical day:
Wake up at 6:00 a.m. and take a shower. (Pray that Terrence is turning on the coffee)
Get Easton at 6:15 and breast feed him, while drinking coffee, petting Momo, and putting on makeup.
After feeding Easton, I put him in the Bumbo, his bouncy chair, or on the floor. I dry my hair, make a protein shake, get lunch ready for work, take my vitamins, flat-iron my hair, and watch the weather.
I go upstairs (let Easton play), throw on clothes, get up Ava help her get dressed, and wake up Elle.
We then go downstairs, change Elle, find Ava's shoes, put the twins in their carseats, and make three loads to the car.
I then coax the dogs outside with turkey, cheese, or chicken... sometimes peanut butter.
I drink my protein shake on the way to dropping the kids off... turn up the rap on my XM radio so I can feel cool while I drive a minivan.
Then I drop the kids off at Grammy's house. She meets me outside to grab one of the twins. I spend 20 minutes with them in the morning, holding a baby, getting Elle's breakfast prepared, playing, arguing with Ava, etc.
I then drive to work and continuing listening to "cool" music and put on my lipstick. I think random thoughts... which are no surprise to most of you... I feel fairly certain about this. In any case, my thoughts vary but generally are something like this: Did I finish the protein shake? Dang, I forgot my running tights! Why is that person driving so slow? I wish I had worn the red sweater today. I wonder if anyone else watches Faceoff? Oh, did I bill at work yesterday? Etc.
I work...
On my lunch break I run or go eat with my friend Lucy.
At five I start on my way home, sometimes stopping to pick up odds and ends for the twins that my mother-in-law has requested for the next day.
We load up into the car and head home.
I get attacked by Momo and Yoshi.
I take the twins in. Hopefully it is not bath night, but often it is. We cook dinner and eat. Elle eats her baby food with us (organic purees, I created during a moment of free time.) Easton eats sometimes, but he doesn't display too much interest in food. He knows Mommy will feed him indefinitely.
By this point it is 7:00 p.m. Easton is screaming. We "swaddle and bottle" him. He passes out and goes to his room to sleep.
Ava goes down at 7:30. We probably watched "My Little Pony," while "bottling" Easton. Elle is playing.
Elle, Terrence, and I wind down. I might run, if I didn't get a chance, but I often mess around on the laptop, read, or watch TV.
Then it is bedtime. Did I mention Elle still doesn't sleep well? Maybe she will sleep well tonight, I think. We go to sleep and I take care of Elle when she wakes up. To be honest, life isn't too hard anymore it is just "normal," and I am always excited about what tomorrow holds and all of the possibilities.
