It’s been one of those days

I’m going to precede this post by saying that I understand that I have it really good and that my life is generally super easy.  I’ve worked hard for a lot of the things that I have, but I also know how lucky I am to have a husband who takes on 50% (okay, sometimes a lot more) of the responsibilities around the house and baby, we both have full-time jobs, great daycare, blah blah blah.  I know all this.  Now may I complain for a little bit?

Jon and I have a system when we’re home – we get home, one of us plays with the baby while the other gets dinner ready, we all sit down for dinner, then the other person plays with the baby while one of us cleans up.  By Peanut’s bedtime we take turns picking up and getting her ready for bed, kiss her good night and crash on the couch.  You see, it’s one of those goals – getting everything done by baby’s bedtime so the last 2 hours of the evening are ours – to finish work, blog, watch TV, whatever.

When Jon is traveling, the routine usually goes out the window.  Peanut wants me to pay attention to her while I’m trying to slap something together for dinner – there is usually whining, burnt dinner, and an insane amount of dishes.  During dinner I am either still finishing dinner or attempting to clean up a little while I’m trying to get baby to eat and stuff something into my own belly.  After dinner I don’t even bother cleaning up because it usually means that Peanut will either whine or cause trouble.  Sometimes I get a handful of dishes done while she chases the dog around.  By the end of her bedtime routine, I’m spent.  That’s when I get to clean up, pick up, pack for next day and maybe, just maybe, crash on the couch for a little while.

But when Jon travels on Wednesdays, that’s just the worst.  You see Wednesdays are take-the-trash-out-to-the-curb days.  First of all, I absolutely hate taking the trash out.  It smells.  It’s heavy.  It’s dirty.  And last night it was raining outside.  Not to mention that I’m scared of going under the porch to go get it when it’s already dark out.

Last night, though, took the cake.

The evening started off rather well – I prepped most of the dinner items the night before so I was a step ahead.  Peanut was in a great mood, which almost always puts me in a great mood.  We got home, let the dog out, changed out of our work clothes (Peanut likes to assist in all daily routine activities) and moved the party to the kitchen.  Peanut ran around with the dog, took out all of the Tupperware out of the drawer, trashed most of the junk drawers and emptied the content on the floor, and dragged her white teddy bear all over the semi-dirty floors.  But you know what?  She wasn’t whining and I cooked dinner while she kept herself busy.

When dinner was about 80% finished, Peanut started crying and signing that she wanted to eat, so I washed her hands and stuck her in the high chair that I dragged over to the kitchen.  She happily chomped on a turkey meatball while I finished our dinner.  The kitchen was completely trashed, but I sat down with P and we both finished our dinner.

(Yes, that’s my kid mashing her food into her hair…good thing it’s “real” bath night)

After dinner, the place was a wreck but Peanut’s great mood was too good to waste, so we spent the next half hour playing and trashing her room.  By 7pm we were both smiling and ready for bath time (totally needed…see above).

I gave Peanut a real bath, blew dried her hair, got her dressed, and we read some books together.  I tried to ignore the mess in the kitchen, the mess in the living room, the mess in the hallway, the mess in the bathroom and just live in the moment.  We finished our books and headed to the kitchen to warm up P’s milk and Pediasure.  I opened the Padiasure bottle, set it on the counter (balanced Peanut on to my other hip), poured the milk, and proceeded to vigorously shake the Pediasure bottle.  The bottle that was open.

Sticky, sweet, (pricy), Pediasure went all over the place.  The kitchen counters.  The carpet.  The floors.  The Peanut.  The dishes.  The clean dishes.  The trash can.  The oven.  Me.

(yes, I took a picture.  and mentally wrote this post in my head to keep myself from panicking.)

I think that was the straw that broke the camel’s back – I looked at the dishes piling up on the counters, the full dishwasher, the stuff all over the floors, the full trash can that would have to be dragged out to the curb.  And my hungry toddler that was being surprisingly patient with me and the disaster.

Shockingly (this really is shocking), I didn’t panic but just finished making the bottle, fed P (who only drank 1/3 of it…sigh), changed her pajamas into clean ones, washed her arms, brushed her teeth, and put her to bed.  Then I spent almost an hour scrubbing counters, washing and rewashing dishes, cleaning the floors, cleaning the carpet, and picking up.  Then I got the trash together, pulling it all out to the curb in the pouring rain.

Tonight Jon is back and our routine will be right where we left off.

Last night I drank wine.

(no, not a lot.  just a glass.  I’m responsible, I swear.)


Comments

  1. Oh you poor thing!!!! Things like that so rarely happen, but when they do, they just suck the happiness and joy right out of you! Well – I think they happen to me because I rush through things. But you had everything planned out and it was going to be such a nice night for you two!!

    I have to say one important thing – kudos to you for not just grabbing some quick fast-food or convenience food. Things get chaotic when you are alone with no help and it is sooo easy to just keep dinner simple with junk food! Jason works 3-4 nights a week so I have the dinner prep to myself a lot and it is always so tempting!!

  2. We all have those nights, and keeping your sense of humor is key! My husband is gone for bedtime routine every night, so I always look forward to hearing the door open just in time for him to take over book reading, while I head down and start cleaning up the kitchen (and head back up for bedtime kisses).
    No matter how good lives are, they can wear us down at times, and that is OKAY!

  3. Ugh…that sucks. Glad Jon’s coming home! Chris hates that I have a mom’s group that meets on Weds (trash night), too.

  4. Those nights happen… and they can bring the best of us to our knees! Glad you had some wine at the end of the day =)

  5. Oh no! Why oh why do things like that happen when our spouse is out of town. And yes, I often take a picture and write a post about it as otherwise I would just freak.
    Thanks for your comment on my post at Natalie’s the other day, finally making the rounds now :)

  6. I love how you started off the post – its definitely times when everything goes to hell that make us realize and appreciate how good we have it! I also loathe taking out the trash.

    There’s something a little cathartic when you’re all finished taking care of a huge mess though, like you realize “well, I got through it. its done and over with and I’m still standing.”

    • Emily- YES! I definitely had that feeling last night. It looked like SO MUCH work, but when I just did it and was finished, it was like, ok…this is manageable!

  7. So sorry to hear about your bad night. Having to deal with changes in routine is really hard, especially when you throw a naughty, active toddler into the mix. Good for you for keeping your cool!

  8. Oh my gosh, girl! Obviously we always appreciate our husbands but when they are gone it is very easy to …well, maybe curse them in our heads! And I totally know what you’re talking about regarding rainy, garbage day–the worst!

  9. Well I would have drunk more than a glass of wine, so well done for your restraint! Also, back in Jan I gave up night time breast-feeds and switched to bottles, and E wasn’t interested. We persevered for over a month, and of the 4oz we offered every night, the most she ever drank was 3, and that was only on one or two occasions! In the end, we just stopped and it didn’t make any difference to her falling asleep. Good luck!

    • haha the restrain was only there because I knew I was home alone and needed to be able to react in an emergency situation. Plus I had work early the next morning.

  10. I have nights like that but no kid. I’m sorry. Those are the times I just usually cry. lol

  11. Oh, that stinks! Pediasure smells funky too and is a pain to clean. You aren’t kidding about it being pricey either. We had to give it to Bubba for two years! One a day, undiluted. $$$

  12. Oh man – those days are the WORST! I have so been there myself. The worst. And it always happens when you’re alone. It’s like parenting Survivor and it’s not cool. That’s what wine is for, though!

  13. I just love this post because it just makes my days feel a little more normal, not that I wish you have another night like that. My husband works late several nights in the week and seriously from dinner until bedtime are just hard-whining children, dishes, baths, toy chaos, and an overtired mama…it makes me very grateful for the nights he is home.
    And one plus of living in NJ, as I just moved here 1 1/2 years ago-the garbagemen come to the back of the house and get the trash right out of your cans. What? Did you hear that? It’s AMAZING!

  14. Cranford-a smaller town between Westfield and Newark. That’s funny your parents are there-did you grow up in NJ?!

  15. The picture of the pediasure definitely adds to the story. Amazing how that stuff can get everywhere. I was trying to blend salsa into some cream cheese with my immersion blender whisk attachment. The cream cheese wasn’t as soft as I thought and salsa went everywhere-including all over me. I just kind of stood there stunned for a second before blending everything again with a regular whisk.

  16. OMG…you poor thing!!!! I’m pretty sure I would have lost it….tears would have flowed…great job on holding it together!!!! My hubs and I pretty much stick to a routine at night too and I always just feel like we are in constant motion and never get a chance to relax – I need a house fairy stat!!!!

    I hope today was better for you!!!

  17. Laura B. says:

    Well handled! Lol, you brought some humor to an obviously frustrating situation. We’ve all been there (albeit some of us without baby!), it’s nice to see I’m not alone!

    • at that point it’s either write it up and laugh…or cry. And crying gives me a headache. Plus there wasn’t anyone to cry to, you know? It’s just not the same when you’re alone lol.

  18. Woah, you handled that far, far better than I would have!

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