Being a stay at home mom (STAHM) sounds amazing to many people. Men who go to work and think that commuting is the hardest thing on earth are among those people. It is very nice to not have to go to work when you’re sleeping minimal hours, however taking care of a 10 month old IS work.
Will is still getting up pretty early. If he wakes up before 6am (most mornings) I make him hang in his crib until 6. So that’s when my day begins. My morning essentially is counting down until his first nap of the day! Our morning activities include, bottle, ripping mommy’s face off, playing, eating breakfast, pooping, snotting, and then his nap which sometimes is as early as 8am if he wakes up at 5.
This nap is my time to do what I need to do, whether it is forcing myself to workout which I hate more and more every day that I’m alive, or cleaning the kitchen, or putting away clothes, writing my blog or whatever. When Will naps, I also have to be a mom for my needier and furrier child, Bruno. If I’m very dead I try to lay down for at least some of the nap.
People who tell you to nap when the baby naps make me laugh. Like oh ok. The one minute in life I have to myself and to get stuff done. Also, I have no clue how long he will nap. Will it be 40 minutes? Will it be 2.5 hours? No-one knows! What I do know is if I try to take a nap (which I suck at) Will knows and will yell at me through the monitor the minute I close my eyes.
After this nap is really when our day begins and we start everything that we have planned. My gym, Will’s gym (My Gym, where he practices being Simone Biles), groceries, appointments, whatever it may be. Fast forward to 5pm. We’ve already had another nap, 50 diapers, a few crying sessions, 500 meals and lots of hugs. This is when I try to feed him dinner, while trying to make our dinner. Bath (some nights) then his bedtime bottle around 6/630. After he goes to bed I have to finish making our dinner, eat, clean up. Then maybe i can keep my eyes open to watch an hour of tv after all of that. I’m tired talking about it.
I’m lucky that my husband helps when he can. He is OCD so cleaning is his jam. If he’s working from home he better f-ing help me. I’m a kind person.
I used to be a fun, young, working person that stayed up past 10pm. Sigh….
Those baby kisses make it all worth it! He also waves bye bye now and claps because he is clearly a genius. Makes me die.