I wonder how long my adjustment period will be. To my new life, that is. I really feel like I've been given a completely new life, and it's not bad, just very different.
New children, new state, new house, new schedule. It's been a whole lot to "adjust" to. Some things wonderful, like our home & neighborhood. Some things not like Wyatt's busy schedule and not knowing anyone.
The blogging might be touch and go (as if it's been regular lately:) for a bit as I figure out this new life of mine. My life is looking a little like this... actually, exactly like this. Because if it doesn't look exactly like this all hell breaks loose and things fall apart all over the place. Sort of like Jenga.
So, here's what my Jenga life looks like.
6:00am- boys wake up together to eat. Double feed the boys in their chairs.
(Wyatt's already been at hospital an hour)
6:30am- burp Tuck, try to avoid his unavoidable projectile reflux spit.
Change Tuck's diaper, place back in chair
6:40am- burp Finn, change his diaper, place back in chair
6:45am- hop in shower (if this doesn't happen NOW, it will never happen)
7:00am- Tate wakes up
7-8am- Boys nap, Tate watches cartoons, I get ready (in theory:)
8am- Breakfast for me and Tate
8:30am- get Tate dressed
9am- boys are up, and need to eat again, double feed boys
9:30- burp both boys, and change diapers again
get boys dressed
9:30-10:30- play time/tummy time for boys
10:30- Put boys down for morning nap
10:30-12- time to clean up breakfast, put away boys toys, pack for the days outings
12 noon- boys wake up. Tate needs lunch. Make Tate lunch and then double feed boys at double speed because Tate needs to be to school in 30 minutes
12:30- change boys diapers, load everyone in car
12:45pm- Tate at school
1-2pm- run any errands quickly, go home and choose 1 of the following to do:
-check/respond to emails
Usually ends in me cleaning up the tornado from the morning rush
2pm-3pm- boys nap again
3:00- wake boys up, who are angry and ready to eat
load into car, no time to eat now
3:15- pick Tate up from school, rush home to feed screaming boys
3:30- home, double feed boys, get Tate after school snack
4-5pm- play with boys and Tate (books and cuddling for boys, craft or baking for Tate)
5pm- lay boys down for nap
5-6pm- make dinner, Wyatt gets home (best time of day!)
6-7pm- eat dinner (this time I'm anal about. I hate eating later than 6), clean up dinner
7pm- boys are awake again. Wyatt and I feed one each, or he double feeds depending on what else needs to be done. Wyatt and Tate usually play something.
7:30- jammies for all the kids
7:45- boys in bed for the night
7:50- brush teeth for Tate, lay out tomorrow's outfit, tell her a story (which much always either be sad or gross because those are the only stories she likes), sing a song, say prayers, goodnight.
8:30pm- All kids in bed (in theory)
8:30- 9:30- between Wyatt and I, we
quickly pick up the house, so it's organized for tomorrow
do the days dishes
make lists for tomorrow's errands/chores/appointments
I re-stock the diaper bag and sort kids dirty day clothes from clean
wash all 18 bottles, then re- make 18 bottles for tomorrow (Wyatt does this)
start load of laundry, fold the load from the previous night
put laundry away
veg on couch to watch a show, catch up on emails, or heaven forbid talk to each other about our day:)
10pm- both our eyelids are heavy and we head to bed. Wyatt usually before me since he get's up at 4:30am. I have a hard time taking myself up to bed because I know it's alllllll going to come again the next day.
This week we made it to the park one day, and Target another day. Both which were huge feats. We also, this week, made it to the doctor's office three times (and again tomorrow) and the ER once. Oh, and I got a flat tire on the highway. That was really awesome.
It's been just sunshine and roses around here.
Lots of sunshine and roses to adjust to.
New for the boys:
Finn is laughing, and rolling over, and can finally eat more than four ounces per bottle
Tuck smiles at everything, burps like no ones business, and is gaining more fat rolls
New for Tate:
started a new school which she loves, and met three friends
finally got a house with stairs she can slide down
learned from the "fire doctor" at school all about 'mergencies, and when to call 911.
"Like, if you see someone on the street that has a sign that says- I'm going to shot you with fire", then you should call 911 she says. Also if you see a stranger coming into your house, you should call 911, then go get some "pickle spray", spray them, and the fire doctor will send them to jail.
We use pickle spray, instead of pepper spray around these parts:)
(she also told me if she ever got lost in a Target or Nordstrom she would find another mom with kids and tell them what I look like, which is...
"you have brown hair. You kind of, sometimes wear a necklace. You are sick. You are really really nice"
New for Wyatt:
In his first two weeks of surgery rotations and so far so good
although he thinks all the surgery residents are jerks
has to be at the hospital at 5am
was told to keep a snack in his pocket in case he didn't have time for a meal, so he didn't pass out in the ER. Apparently eating isn't a real big priority when you're a surgeon.
buzzed his head
wants to live here forever
New for Me:
my first house with hallways long enough for a runner
cut my hair to my shoulders
being "that mom". You know, the ones who's always late, and always frazzled.