The holidays are around the corner (or tomorrow). Things are about to get crazy. And yet, we still have life day to day.
I know it feels like I just did a day in the life post but the truth is our schedule has changed since then. A lot.
5:02 a.m. The alarm goes off. I stumble out of bed, hit the ladies room and eat half of a mini bagel before heading to the basement. NO, I don't change out of my pajamas because my pajamas were workout clothes.
5:15 a.m. Fire up Turbo Fire's Fire 45 workout. Yeah, I was on fire.
5:20 a.m. Glance over and see Mark hop on the treadmill.
6 a.m. Decide to skip the Stretch 10 portion of the program.
6:01 a.m. Check the weather and see that is in the balmy mid-40s. I wonder if Miles will wake up in time for us to squeeze in a few miles.
6:15 a.m. Make a small breakfast in the hope that the run will happen: 1/4 cup oats, 1/2 cup water, 1/4 cup almond milk, 1/3 banana sliced, 1/2 T raw almond butter and a sprinkle of coconut and cinnamon.
6:57 a.m. Realize that my miles have been thwarted by a tired Miles and opt to take a bath. I read three chapters of "The Silver Linings Playbook" and try to be quiet.
7:15 a.m. Miles is awake. I pick him up, make him surrender the paci and take him downstairs.
7:20 a.m. My spirited child decides that playing with Denali's KONG is a far more exciting thing than getting a diaper change.
7:30 a.m. Breakfast. Miles gets a whole wheat banana pancake with peanut butter while I make a veggie egg white scramble with pepper jack cheese. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him stand up in the chair and try to step onto the stove. I give him a piece of sausage to distract him.
7:45 a.m. Turn on "Bob the Builder" and hold Miles while I eat.
8 a.m. Begin the hourlong frenzy of trying to clean, do dishes, play with Miles, put away laundry, do laundry and get ready for work. Miles plays with blocks happily and tries to drink my "coppee." I should probably be less proud that Miles knows what coffee is.
9:05 a.m. Put my bags by the door and put a coat on Miles. I realize that not only does he not have shoes on but I can't find them. Make an executive decision to put him in snow boots for daycare.
9:20 a.m. Drop off Miles at daycare but only after putting a sock and his boots back on.
9:30 a.m. Arrive at work. Drink coffee. Do work stuff.
11:45 a.m. Go to lunch with my work husband at the hospital across the street. I end up with a black bean burger on a wheat bun, sauteed summer squash and red bean and rice soup. Not the smartest selection, I realize, as I'm planning turkey burgers for dinner.
1:17 p.m. Take a brief moment to start on a Brooks Running wish list. I'll send it to Mark but I do it more in an effort to win some stuff.
1:20 p.m. Work. Attend my second and third meetings of the day. Snack on an apple with raw almond butter, celery sticks and dry roasted edamame.
5:35 p.m. Arrive home. The only perk of working 37.5 hour work weeks is working 7.5 hours each day. I kiss Mark and Miles and as I look over my shoulder, I discover a box on the table. It turns out I received a shipment of Grapples. I take a big whiff before getting started on dinner. We're having turkey burgers, and the guys have some roasted potato wedges while I have a salad with a balsamic vinegar-dijon mustard mix.
5:55 p.m. Dinner is on the table, and I revel in silence that Miles is actually eating in his chair. We've had issues at dinner with him wanting to either not eat or only eat on our laps and from our plates.
6:20 p.m. While Mark cleans up, Miles and I head upstairs to pack for our upcoming trip to Cincinnati.
7 p.m. Miles is ready for bed, and I'm ready for a run. Mark puts him down while Denali and I head out for 3 miles.
8 p.m. Turn on Ken Burns' "Civil War" on Netflix and nod off.