
I am in major need of one right about now. Here is my schedule for the past 8 weeks. Just for giggles we'll start at midnight:
12:00am - 12:25am: feed and burp Boop {I am thinking this might be her blog name by the way, given because she has such big eyes that resemble one Miss Betty Boop. Hope you likes, but I'm open to other suggestions}
12:30am - 1:00am: pump. Catch up on Sex and the City via iPhone. I am midway through season 4 right now. Carrie and Big are trying to be friends. Yeah right. Clean breast pump contraptions and finally...
1:10am: sleep
2:00am: She's awake again. Feed and burp.
2:30am: pump. More drama between Carrie and Big.
3:10am: sleep
3:30: wake. Big Squish is cold or hot or can't find his paci or can't find his giraffe and is crying through the intercom.
3:40: sleep
4:00-4:30am: wake. feed and burp. Too tired to pump.
6:00am: Want to die. Boop is screaming. Feed feed feed burp burp burp.
6:30am: sleep. Already hear Squish on intercom. Kill me. Biz gets up with Squish. Romance!
8:00am: Biz has to go to work. Wakes me. Die. Eyes stuck shut. Put on Big Squish's reading video to distract while I go upstairs and get Boop. Try with all my might to not fall asleep while walking back downstairs. Feed, burp, attempt to shield Boop from flying trains and Hot Wheels being hurled at us by Squish to get attention.
9:00am: Put Boop in her crib. Keep monitor off for 15 minutes because will gauge eyes out with icepick if I hear the crying. Pump while doing everything I can to prevent Squish from pushing tables and flower vases over. Throwing iPhones at toddlers is definitely not child abuse, right?
9:15am: Turn monitor on. Still crying. Go upstairs to move to her swing.
9:17am: Back downstairs. Have lost Big Squish.
9:20am: Finds Squish. Hiding behind my bathtub. Pooping. Awesome.
9:21am: Diaper change. Gag vomit x 1,000,000 at size of it. Surely this amount is abnormal for a one year old? Seriously considers whether or not to call Guiness Book of World Records??
9:22am: Still hear baby crying. WHERE IS THE ICEPICK?
9:23am: Downstairs. Hey, Squish, want to go watch Elmo in Mommy's bed? Praise Jesus he agrees!
9:24 - 9:30am: Six minutes of bliss while Squish stays still and watches Sesame Street and I get to lay down. Amazing. Best six minutes of my life to date.
9:30 - 10:05am: Play Thomas the Train with Squish. I am starting to think I have the ability to sleep with my eyes open. Extreme talent.
10:06am: Oh yay I'm so shocked Boop is awake again how surprising that she didn't sleep well once more and is already starving after two hours great good awesome let's all do a jig PLEASE child eat more than 2 ounces this time I am begging you.
10:20am: My mom calls my cell. I answer while holding Boop in my left arm and balancing the bottle against my chin. She wonders what type of hair cut she should get. Lord give me patience. I don't know. I'll tell her to get a mohawk if I can just hang up and focus.
11:30am: complete blur of bottles, diapers, trains, monitor screaming, dogs, cats, and screening phone calls from crazy next door neighbor lady {9 cats she has I do not lie}
11:30-12:00pm: feed lunch to Big Squish. It's great he's saying "eat!" now. Finally, some cooperation. To the kitchen we go! Nope. Wait. I spoke too soon. For some reason it is a huge surprise that we have to sit in our highchair to eat lunch every day. Commence completely over the top screaming. Fabulous. Now need icepick plus earplugs. I show him vegetable packs. Happy again.
12:15pm: Boop screaming. Put Squish down for his nap which, thankfully, he loves. Straight to sleep for him. Straight to baby's room for me. Feed burp feed burp diaper change number 7 of the day for her. Only wet though, zero doo, because this is the 6th day without any doo which is super duper fun. Yes, good times.
1:00pm: Baby down. Squish asleep. Bed calling. But work begins. Return phone calls, reply to emails, figure out where shipments are, which stores need different sizes, talk to my mom again about which haircut is perfect for her, side bangs, Nicole Richie circa 2007 maybe, I love you but please just pick a style and wait at least an hour before calling me again, email production manager in Bali about spring 2012, what fabrics will I use how much are they where can I get them in the markets or do I print my own and if so what will that cost but is it worth it in the long run, go away pool man I don't care if you put one chlorine tab or two in this time and I am going to kill the lawn mower people if they use the loud leaf blowers and wake up the kids, why does my stomach hurt so bad? Oh. Right. Food would be good. Breakfast at 2:30pm. Great.
2:30pm: Sleepwalking to kitchen. Hear Big Squish on intercom. Please Lord present the icepick right in front of me now so I can just get it over with.
2:35pm: Downstairs with Squish. Mommy needs food. Now. Inhales nearly entire jar of chocolate almond butter. Bliss and peace on level of Dalai Lama.
2:40pm: The Gremlin is screaming again. Not the nice looking cute fluffy Gremlin Gizmo. Oh no. By 2:40pm Boop is a full blown Gremlin. She doesn't cry she spits out fire flames. Feed burp feed burp OUCH I forgot to pump ouch ouch ouch ouch
3:00pm: Put the Gremlin back in her swing straight away. Must pump stat to avoid explosion. Please Squish please come downstairs with Mommy without screaming your head off to intentionally wake the baby {how does a 20 month old just inherently know what will make you as frustrated as possible? Anyone??} Yes good idea bring your excavator!
3:10pm: Pumping. Squish playing in corner with excavator. Slight moment of peace. Maybe I can do a blog post right now and multitask! Genius!
3:12pm: No Big Squish you may not touch Mommy's laptop while she is using it. No. No no no. Stop. NO. Ok so much for blogging. Hide the laptop. Is it time for Biz to get home yet? I wonder if he is open to adopting a 13 year old girl to be a built-in babysitter? Will have to discuss with him this evening. Hey Squish let's go outside and throw the ball for the dogs and play with your dump truck.
4:30pm: Exhaustion. Eyes. Heavy. Please. Squish. Let's. Go. Inside. Thinking to myself...surely the dogs can be babysitters for just 20 minutes? That's all I need. Quick 20 minute nap. Realize that I actually consider that for like point 2 seconds which in turn makes me realize just how sleep deprived I am.
4:31pm: "Mommy tain! Tain!" You want to play with trains? "Tain." Ok. Let's go play with trains.
4:33pm: "Mommy guck!" You want milk? "Guck." Ok let's go get some milk.
4:35pm: "Mommy soodie!" You want a smoothie? "Soodie." Ok. Here's a smoothie.
4:35.30pm: "Guuuuck!" You just said you wanted a smoothie. "GUUUUUCCCCKKKK!" I start mentally making my Christmas list in my head. Numero uno: icepick.
4:36pm: "Taaaaaiiiiinnnnn!!!" Ok let's go back and play with your trains.
5:00pm: Convinced the Gremlin is dead. She has never gone more than two hours between feedings. Go upstairs to check. Lord almighty she is still asleep. I'd like to thank everyone who made this moment possible...my Miracle Whispers womb sounds CD, my Target sound machine, the mobile from Pottery Barn above her crib, her pink fleece Kiddopotamus swaddle blanket, Fisher Price for making such a wonderful swing, and Justin's Chocolate Almond Butter for getting me through the darkest of times.
5:04pm: Back downstairs with Big Squish. To my amazement he is still playing contently with his trains. Blog now? Maybe?? Stealthily sneak to my chair and laptop.....
5:05pm: "Mommy! Miss you!" I melt. I missed you too sweet thing. Ok let's play with trains. Blogging can wait.
5:15pm: RELIEF. Biz walks in the door just as Boop wakes up. Feed burp diaper. I am so frustrated I am a thousand miles behind on work, on the verge of tears, and she smiles. That is all I needed. Change mental Christmas List #1 from icepick to spa day... Move icepick to #2 just in case.