I’m often asked (usually by my father, who paid for my college education, and might be just a tad perturbed that I’m not using it), what do I do all day??

Good question…some days, even I don’t know.

When Henry was first-born, Travis would come home and ask how my day went and what I had done.  Totally innocent question.  Not for a postpartum Lindsay.  I’d break down in tears and try to spout off a long list, trying to prove to him that I wasn’t wasting my time, you know, watching my stories and eating bon-bons.

It was Facebook and brownies.

He reassured me that, even if I did sit around all day, nursing and changing diapers, that he was happy that I was the one taking care of our child, that I was the one raising Henry up.  I didn’t need to impress him.  I just needed to be content in my decision to stay home.

Easier said than done…

Nowadays, with two kids, my day goes by in a blur!  It seems we’re always on the go, sometimes intentionally.  I’m not one to stay at home, even if I do stay-at-home.

So I thought I’d show you what I did all day, list style of course.

• 4:01 AM:  Nurse Clara
• 6:00 AM:  Travis’ alarm goes off, hit him, roll back over
• 6:05 AM:  Snooze alarm goes off, hit him, roll back over
• 7:30 AM:  Henry BURSTS into room, waving his lasso (aka my nursing bra) over his head.  Wake up for the day.
• 7:45 AM:  Nurse Clara.  Change diaper.  Take Henry to potty.
• 8:00 AM:  Eat Luna bar.  Decide I like the Cookie Dough flavor better.

• 8:20 AM:  Meet Bekah and her baby, Avery, for hilly walk.  Push 60 pounds of kiddos, 4.5 miles.

• 9:48 AM:  Post office to return Netflix movie.
• 10:00 AM:  Home.  Nurse Clara.  Change diaper.  Take Henry to potty.
• 10:10 AM: Put Clara down for nap.
• 10:12 AM:  Be a mean mommy and take picture of crying baby who doesn’t want to nap.

• 10:15 AM:  Take shower, sing into shampoo “microphone”. Clara finally goes to sleep.
• 10:25 AM:  Eat second breakfast.

• 10:30 AM:  Drink coffee.  Check up on blogs.
• 10:45 AM:  Put on Cars for Henry, feed him carrots.  Become envious of his life.

• 11:00 AM:  Organize new canister set.  Admire organization.

(Front Row: Ghetto tape labels: G for Guar, X for Xanthan

Back Row:  Ground Flaxseed, Almonds, Ghiradelli Chocolate/Reese PB Chip Parfait)

• 11:15 AM:  Start laundry
• 11:20 AM:  More blogs.  More coffee
• 11:45 AM:  Henry BURSTS into Clara’s room, waving “lasso” over head.  Clara wakes up.
• 12:00 PM:  Nurse Clara.  Change diaper.  Take Henry to potty.
• 12:10 PM:  Vacuum house.  Relish in the fact that it’s only 800 sq. ft.
• 12:15 PM:  Gather trash.  Move laundry along.
• 12:20 PM:  Kids to car.  Comedian Henry pretends to be asleep.  I have to say “Wake Up!”.  Repeat this 7 times.
• 12:25 PM:  Go to bank.  Get sucker to shut Henry up.
• 12:26 PM:  Sucker is long gone.  Henry does not shut up.
• 12:30 PM:  Visit Travis at work.  Grab his butt in front of co-workers.
• 12:45 PM:  Go to Walmart.  Highlight: FREE toothpaste with coupons.
• 1:25 PM:  Go to Ingles (grocery store).  Highlight: CHEAP Cranberries!

• 2:15 PM:  Home.  Nurse Clara.  Change Diaper.  Take Henry to potty.
• 2:30 PM:  Put Henry down for nap.  Put Clara down for nap.
• 2:45 PM:  BREATH!
• 2:47 PM:  Fold laundry.  Put away laundry (worst chore ever, right?)

(did I really just take a picture of laundry?!? lame.)

• 3:00 PM:  Eat lunch.  Forget to take picture of lunch.
• 3:20 PM: Lay Henry back down. Threaten spankings if he doesn’t go to sleep.
• 3:21 PM: Play another game of “Wake Up!” with Henry. Wonder to self if this is helping with his nap.
• 3:25 PM: Upload pictures. Type up some of this post. Sext with Travis.
• 3:45 PM: Threaten Henry again.
• 4:00 PM: More coffee. Peruse HBO, find “Eat, Pray, Love”.  Remember why I didn’t like it, because it makes me want to eat.
• 4:30 PM:  Darn you, Eat, Pray, Love!!  This x3.
• 5:00 PM:  Clara wakes from nap.  Happy, of course.
• 5:05 PM:  Henry, who never went to sleep, begins yelling for me to go get him.  Go get him.
• 5:10 PM:  Nurse Clara.  Change diaper.  Take Henry to potty.
• 5:20 PM:  Travis gets home.  Brings me mail.  Kiss him.
• 5:45 PM:  Go to gym.  Do this lady’s workout.
• 7:00 PM:  Return home.  Drink protein shake.  Take shower, sing into shampoo again.
• 7:15 PM:  Heat up leftover Turkey Meatloaf.  Eat dinner.
• 8:00 PM:  Give Henry bath.  Put Henry to bed.
• 8:15 PM:  Nurse Clara.  Change diaper.  Put Clara to bed.
• 8:30 PM:  BREATH!!
• 8:31 PM:  Make out with Travis….
• 9:15 PM:  Eat cereal (Cinnamon Honey Bunches of Oats and Reese Puffs).  Watch Arrested Development.  Remember why I love A.D. so much – Jason Bateman. swoon.
• 9:45 PM:  Finish typing post.  Publish.  Bed.

All to be repeated again tomorrow…and this was a day we didn’t “do” anything.

Glamorous?  Hardly.  Mundane?  Sometimes.  Hilarious?  Always! 

And while it may get a little old nursing, changing diapers, and catering to Henry’s carrot fetish, I’m the one who gets all the hugs, smiles and kisses, not some daycare worker.  It’s my full-time job.  It’s what I do all day.

splendid…lindsay