7:30am ish 

Wake up! 6 month old David is stirring, and my almost-four-year-old son, “L,” is bouncing through the house, waking everyone up. Husband is getting ready for work, and I sit in bed with David, trying to nurse him. His brother is very distracting, though :).

L pushes the unused bassinet up to his almost-two-year-old sister’s crib, and helps her climb out. She bursts into our room, all two feet tall, crazy curls, and SO proud of herself.

8am 

I get bananas and some Cheerios for the kids, and husband leaves for work. We all kiss him goodbye. I pop David into the jumpy and do a little picking up. 

I did half of my She Reads Truth devotional while nursing (I am hopelessly behind on my Lent study), and I hide in the bathroom for ten minutes while I finish it. I start breakfast–eggs + toast. I feed the kids, and make myself a plate. I feed David again (he’s a little more hungry this time), and tell the kids 85,948,420 times to SIT AT THE TABLE. DON’T GET UP UNLESS YOU’VE FINISHED YOUR BREAKFAST. TAKE THE BANANA BACK TO THE KITCHEN. I also take a minute to pray for patience. I probably should’ve taken five minutes…

9am 

Put David down for a nap. Change a round of diapers, wash my face and brush all of our teeth. I put out art supplies, and open my computer to work–I work part time from home. In between answering emails, and scheduling Facebook posts, I referee a few rounds of screeching (Eliannah), and big brother bossiness (L), and finally remove all art supplies when the chalk is dumped into the bathroom sink (which is full of water). They move on to other toys, and I try to just ignore the bickering. They’re both a little tired. And bored. I guess? How can you be so bored with so many toys? #questionfortheages

11am 

I remember my breakfast and eat it cold. I pass out handfuls of cashews to everyone, because they’re all starting to get hangry. Hangry is a thing, here at our house. 

David stirs. 

The UPS man drops off a package–I ordered a bunch of shorts and t’s for Eliannah. We try them on, but almost nothing fits. Argh. 

I make lunch for the kids (L eats, E doesn’t), collect David and feed him, and chase everyone around changing diapers, packing sippy cups, putting clothes and shoes on people, fielding whiny questions from my preschooler (the whining! Lord help me, the whining!), and getting myself dressed. No makeup, hair all pinned back/up, whatevs…

12:30 

After a brief incident with Eliannah’s door (I couldn’t unlock it), we are off! I stop by a local fast food place and even though I order and pay for two extra chicken strips in my chicken strip combo, I don’t get them. After each of the kids has gotten a strip, I’m left with one. Sad trombone. We stop by a friend’s house to drop off a book, and then it’s the park! 

Play, walk, play, whining about being thirsty, going home, and getting in the car. Drive home with three crying children. Vow to never go to the park again.

2pm

Get home, feed David and put him down for a nap. Put Eliannah down for a nap. I can tell they’re going to sleep nice and hard for hours, and I vow to go to the park again tomorrow.

L kind of bounces through the rest of the house, bored, while I work for a few hours. We are house hunting, and I’m really looking forward to being in a house with an extra bedroom, so I’ll be able to reinstate quiet time with him–he really, really needs it.

4:30 everyone is waking up. E gets hangry, so more Cheerios for everyone. David awake. He nurses, and he’s a happy clam in his jumpy while I get dinner warmed up (leftovers). Husband isn’t home yet, and the kids and I go on a 30-minute walk after dinner (BTW, my new City Select Double Jogger has CHANGED MY LIFE). My friend tells me her mom, who grew up in Singapore, believes taking a walk every day immediately after dinner keeps your metabolism active. I’d be THRILLED to get rid of the baby weight, so…

6:30 we get home. Baths. Daddy gets home. I put David down for the night in our room, and we put the kids down about 8. I prefer putting them down at 7, but it’s kind of hard if they haven’t seen my husband at all that day…

8pm PARTY! Just kidding. I work a little, do a little cleaning up (pfffttt), often run an errand to my favorite place in tha whole wide world (the grocery store) (jk) (jk about my favorite place being the grocery store; I really did go, though), and hang out with the hubs a little. We watch Blue Bloods on Netflix (slooowwwlllyy making our way through Season 3), vow to go to bed early, but am still up at 11. Oh well.
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