Maybe two or three people who read this blog remember a time when I wanted to be a journalist. I wrote some articles for my hometown newspaper and made it to my third semester of journalism classes in college before I decided the profession wasn't for me. I couldn't stand the strict deadlines and having to report news that was not interesting to me in the least. I didn't want to be a reporter, I wanted to be a writer! I wanted to inspire, entertain, and educate others. I changed my major from Journalism to Social Work so I could try to do those things, but that major didn't really work out either. So here I am with a degree in Independent Studies and this blog as one of my only outlets.
So like I said before, I wanted to inspire, entertain, and educate. Growing up, I loved to read and this is going to sound really...superficial, but I loved reading magazines. Being primarily raised by my dad, if I wanted to learn how to apply mascara, put together an outfit, or curl my hair, I wasn't going to be learning from him! I looked to fashion magazines to teach me how to do those things and while learning those "superficial" skills I was also inspired by the articles and stories about self confidence, strength, bravery, and loving yourself for who you are. Those articles and stories truly helped me and I wanted to use words to help others as well.
This post is one of those "want to help others" posts. A lot of times, as I have written about before here, moms (dads, women, men, EVERYONE) can feel like they aren't "good enough". They are constantly comparing themselves to what they see around them, especially with things like Facebook and blogs showing off the best of others' lives. I was thinking about this quote last night and it happened to show up on my Facebook news feed today:
I am one of the first people to admit that I am in no way perfect. I do post a lot about the good things that are happening in our life, but I don't post about the tantrums, the lost tempers, the tears, and the arguments very much. This inspired me to do a "Day in the Life" post so I could share what a day in my life is actually like (and what life with a 3 week old is like!). I chronicled all of yesterday and then realized that it was a terrible day to use as an example! For starters, it was Steve's day off, so you don't get the part where I struggle with two kids for eight hours while he is at work. Also, for some magical reason, Natalie slept for most of the day. I also didn't do a very good job at "chronicling"...did I mention the part where I'm not a good reporter? I'll start at midnight and end at midnight...
Midnight: Nurse the baby
3 something: Nurse the baby
6 something: Nurse the baby
8:30am: We all woke up and I nursed the baby.
9:30am: Actually got out of bed and had breakfast. Konnor watched Sesame Street while Steve and I putzed around and talked for a while about what we were going to do that day.
|Eating cereal for breakfast!|
10:15am Nursed the baby11:00am I got to take a shower!! Woo-hoo! While I did that, Steve cleaned out the fridge.
12:00pm Made peppermint cookies (just the refrigerated dough kind, not home made!)
12:20pm Nursed the baby
|Helping daddy put the ingredients into the bread machine.|
3:00pm: Natalie started getting fussy and I thought she was hungry so I picked her up to feed her, but she fell asleep in my arms.
3:20pm: Nurse the baby. Steve cuts up the veggies for the pizza.
|Konnor loves helping roll out the dough.|
|Making the stuffed crust...OoOoO Stuffed Crust! Bonus points if you know what movie that is from!|
4:20 Bake the pizzas.
4:30 Katarra brought over some food she bought for us on her latest couponing adventure.
5:00pm: Nurse the baby
|My cheese-less pizza since I've had to go dairy-free for Natalie's sake.|
5:15pm: Konnor finally goes down for a nap. Ok, this is the part I didn't want to write about. Yes, my kid naps extremely late. He is supposed to nap at 3pm, but if he's just not tired, what am I supposed to do, tranq him? I'm not going to drug him out just so he fits into my schedule. Around 5pm is when he just naturally got tired on this day. If I try to force him to stay awake, it's hell for all of us. Tired Konnor is not a Konnor anyone wants to be around. We are just a family of night owls, but sometimes Konnor is a little more night owly than the rest of us.
5:30pm Steve and I did more cleaning and tried to relax a little while Konnor slept.
|Early evening and the living room still looks like this. The kitchen and dining room were cleaned though!|
6:50pm Nursed the baby
7:00pm We watched American Idol. This is only the 2nd season I have ever watched. My mom got me watching it last year and now I really like it!
7:30pm Konnor had been awake for a little while, but he finally emerged from his bedroom.
8:00pm We continued cleaning and watched some of Glee. We had a spontaneous dance party in the living room to the Glee songs!
9:50pm Nursed the baby
11:00pm Nursed the baby. We started getting ready for bed around this time. We get everyone fresh diapers, fresh pjs, brush teeth, and start having "quiet time" where Konnor has to read books or color or some other quiet activity. We put him in bed, but I won't even tell you what time he actually fell asleep because it doesn't fit on this time line.
12:00am Nursed the baby
|Quiet coloring time|
Hopefully this was helpful for at least one person out there who reads this blog!
'Til next time,