We have one car between us. This usually is not a big deal because I avoid driving like the plague. But now that Smushy is in school 2 days a week, I am forced to take the car. This means I have to get up at 6, get myself dressed, get Smushy dressed, and feed Smushy and Mr. Silly.
(I would like to point out that Mr. Silly only has to worry about getting himself ready, even though we both have to get up at the same time and leave at the same time. Motherhood=Fatherhood x 1 billion.)
Then we have to rush out the door (stopping Smushy from escaping into the backyard because OUTSIDE!) while Mr. Silly complains about running late and OMGPANIC!. Drop him off at work (20 minutes away). Take her to school (3 minutes from my house, so 23 minutes away from work). Get home, sleep/clean/internet until the very last minute.
The next part goes one of 2 ways. Somedays, I pick up Smushy at noon and just bring her home, then we get Mr. Silly from work whenever he gets done–usually between 5:30-7:30. (So, making sure she is fed before we leave or figuring out a quick dinner on the way home. Also, loading her heavy, kicky butt into the carseat. Again.) Then we get home whenever, feed Mr. Silly, bathe Smushy, hang out, and bedtime. Evenings are hectic.
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Sometimes Mr. Silly needs the car or he’ll be getting off from work super late, so I get him at 11:30. Then we both go pick up Smushy at noon and come home. Sometimes he has to rush right back to run errands or whatever, and sometimes he hangs out for an hour and has lunch here (Oh, did I mention I am in charge of lunch too? For everyone? Yeah, that.) I actually like these days since he at least gets to spend a little time with the kid. Plus, I don’t have to load her up to get him later and I don’t have to stress about timing dinner just right. Unfortunately, that happens about once a week.
Add in all the cleaning, shopping, cooking, diaper changes, nap fighting, and general chaos that is my life and I am just beat. Mr. Silly gets home and just wants to hang out and chill after a loooong day of classes, and I totally get that. But my day doesn’t end. I am exhausted by 9, but that’s about when Smush falls asleep and, therefore, the only me time I get. Plus Mr. Silly is not currently being a mother and baking a kid and tired all the time, so he wants to be a grown-up and stay up later. And I can’t sleep at night in bed without him. During the day? Sure. On the couch at anytime? Probably. But at night in bed? No. So I wait for him until he’s done doing whatever it is he does (last night that was midnight) and finally, finally get to sleep.
Until I have to get up to pee. Then again an hour later. And oh right a few more times after that. Just to get up in the morning and do it all over again.
So I’m tired. A lot. I have made amazing progress on getting the house stuff all caught up, but I still have a long way to go.
After re-reading that, it sounds very complain-y, and it is in some ways, but it’s not that bad. Just chaotic. Mr. Silly doesn’t just get home from work and sit on the couch all night. Last night he was putting together furniture. Tonight he’ll be hanging stuff on Smushy’s wall and moving a mattress downstairs and de-clogging the bathroom sink since a toddler has been in there and Lord knows why it’s draining slow. His day doesn’t really end either. I always have something I need him to take care of. I try to keep the weekends open for family time, but there are days I rope him into helping me catch up with whatever cleaning I couldn’t get done during the week or just get me started so i don’t feel so overwhelmed with everything. None of my complain-y-ness is his fault. (Except that whole morning and lunch thing. Totally his fault.)
Umm. Have to end this cuz the kid just fell asleep on the couch. Shit.