Day in the Life (of a Working Mom)
|August 13, 2014||Posted by Lauren under LifeontheRun|
A couple of notes:
Talk of this post actually started as kind of a joke with a friend, after seeing a bunch of day in the life post from other bloggers with children. I always love reading them, and now that I have a vested interest I’m super
nosy curious about other baby’s schedules, how parents fit in physical activity, etc. However, most of the posts that I’ve seen are written by parents who stay home. So I figured it might be fun to add my perspective. Because obviously my life is super interesting now that I have a child, and I am sure you all want to see a chronicle of my daily adventures down to the minute. Or something like that…
This is actually from last Thursday (August 7th) but I just wasn’t able to get it on the blog until now. As I was recording the day, I almost scrapped the whole project. Nothing about the schedule seemed “normal” and about halfway through I contemplated forgetting it and trying again on a normal day. And then I realized I was only kidding myself. What day is “normal” when you have a 7-month old?
I work full time, but probably have a relatively easy schedule compared to many other working moms/dads. Since I direct a community health initiative, there are occasions when I need to go in early/stay late or work weekends, but most of the time it’s pretty standard. And Amelia goes to an onsite daycare — it does not escape me how lucky I am to have her here.
Other things – prior to this, Amelia was generally nursing 6 times a day, plus eating a small meal at lunch and another meal at dinner. Since last Thursday, actually, we seem to have dropped down to 5. Always keeping me on my toes, that one! Oh, and I think I accounted for every meal/snack that I ate, besides maybe a few handfuls of tortilla chips when I got home from work. If you read this and get the sense that I am always eating (and not always well), you would be correct.
So without further ado, a peek into my super exciting life. I promise I captured everything exactly as it occurred:
5:05AM: Alarm goes off. Roll over, shut it off and immediately check the weather to keep myself from falling back to sleep. Drag myself out of bed and realize that I have no idea what the temperature actually is. Reading comprehension at 5am = 0.
Stumble downstairs, pour a glass of water and take out a Nuun tablet…and then pop it into my mouth instead. I would not recommend doing this. At least I’m awake now.
Get dressed, guzzle down as much Nuun as possible, and head out the door. My goal is to be running 15-20 minutes after I wake up. I don’t quite make it today.
5:26: Start running. Curse the fact that it’s still dark out…didn’t summer just start? Legs are asleep but the air is cooler and less humid, so I’ll take it! Decide to run to NH and back…a run that sounds much longer than it really is.
The sun starts to rise as my legs wake up. We live in a valley, which normally means lots of fog and clouds in the morning. But today’s lower humidity has brought clear(er) skies. I can see a sliver of sky between the clouds up ahead, and the most beautiful sunrise is peeking through. I marvel at the beauty of it the entire way out. As I cross over the CT river and see the sun reflecting on the water, I’m high as a kite on endorphins. So this is why people love running in the morning! The way back is less exciting — clouds, hills, wheezing from the stubborn cold that won’t let go of my lungs. But I finish 7 miles at a 7:42 pace, which is huge for me these days.
*Completely unsponsored, related plug: the Saucony Pinnacle Short is my new favorite! So light and comfortable, I want a pair in every color. As a chronic waistband-roller, I don’t always love wide waistband shorts but these are perfection. Probably ordered a size too big (I was nervous about tightness) but even so, they stay put on the run.
Why do people take photos like this? It makes my legs look smaller, I suppose, but my hips look huge!
6:23: Back home and everyone is still sleeping!! Usually Evan is up changing Amelia by now…which means a sweaty breakfast for her (sorry baby). I take advantage of the quiet house by actually stretching for once.
6:35: Amelia is STILL sleeping, so I hop in the shower and get ready. A little bit of a late start + a longer run means this morning will be rushed. I get ready as fast as possible, look down at my outfit and realize it really needs to be ironed – but ain’t nobody got time for that. Head downstairs to get breakfast and our lunches ready.
7:05: Amelia must’ve partied too hard last night because she’s still asleep. Reluctantly Evan goes in to wake her up. I throw a piece of bread in the toaster and pack my + Amelia’s lunch (today she gets a mixture of mashed bananas, blueberries, plus a tiny bit of yogurt). Pour coffee, fill up my water bottle, slap some almond butter and banana on the toast and wrap it up to take to work. Marvel at the fact that yesterday morning I somehow had time to run, make myself eggs, and still get to work early.
7:15: Feed Amelia. Someone is in an awesome mood this morning!
7:25: Evan puts Amelia in her car seat while I sprint upstairs to brush my teeth (yes, Evan helps out a lot in the mornings when he doesn’t have to leave early). Technically, I should’ve been out the door 5 minutes ago. Brush, run back down only to realize my shoes are upstairs in my closet. Run back up to get them and finally get out the door. Evan helps me load everything into the car and as I’m turning back around after giving A her “see you at work!” kiss, I end up poking him in the eye. Hard. One of the hazards of being married to me — my complete lack of awareness of where my body parts are at all times means lots of unintentional injuries. Hurricane Lauren.
7:30: Finally on the road. Amelia usually naps in the car but her late wake up means she’s up and happy. So I sip on my coffee and we “chat” the entire way.
8:05: Roll into work. Sometimes we go right to daycare, but today I take Amelia to the office first. She charms everyone and shows off her “walking” skills before we head down to school.
8:15: Catch up on work emails, figure out schedule for the day.
8:30: Finally pull out my breakfast. My coworker’s husband made homemade doughnuts this morning and they are calling to me from the break room. I’m not normally a doughnut person, but homemade, old fashioned ones are hard to pass up. I barely resist the urge to dig in before I eat my toast.
10:15: Go down to check on Amelia and she’s napping. Everything is thrown off today.
10:16: Realize something I’ve been working on for several days has somehow disappeared from my computer. Frantically start a search in every single file to find it.
10:25: Still no sign of the file. Break into the rest of that doughnut. Once the panic subsides, I remember that at least a partial version is saved in my Google docs, from Tuesday when I was home sick. Thank the doughnut for jogging my memory…and thank myself for having at least a little foresight to save a version in a different location.
10:45: Amelia is up, so I go down to feed her. I am VERY lucky to have daycare in the same building – or rather, right down the hall. It means I typically get to nurse Amelia at least 1 or 2 times during day. I will not lie to you — it’s an amazing, amazing perk.
Very busy inspecting the waterbottle
12:30PM: Lunch. Today it’s a leftover bean burger with a side of watermelon Nuun, a repeat from last night’s dinner…and yesterday’s lunch…and dinner two nights before that. Kind of standard these days.
My amazing food photog skills makes that look so appetizing, right? Especially on that fancy “plate.”
Eat at my desk while doing a little research for my 1:00 meeting. Decide to push off pumping until after since everything is so thrown off anyway.
1:00: Meeting. Relatively uneventful and ends early…double win. Except as I’m walking back to my office, I notice that my name badge has pulled down my top just enough so that my super sexy nursing tank is peeping through for the benefit of the two (male, middle-aged) executives I was just meeting with. Awesome. I lead a very glamorous life.
1:50: Pump. Loads of fun, as always. And you’re welcome for not showing you a picture.
2:00: Back to work. Realize I’m still super hungry, so eat the second half of my lunch – plain Greek yogurt with honey and blueberries. My healthy snack this week is solely due to the fact that I bought some organic yogurt for Amelia to try and know she’s never going to finish the container on her own.
3:15: Walk upstairs to refill my water bottle and remember why this particular pair of shoes had been stuffed into a corner of my closet. They may look cute but they’re too big which a.) causes me to walk like I have something in my pants, and b.) seems to be giving me blisters from gripping my toes so tightly. Like I said, I lead a very glamorous life.
3:17: More work. Finally go back to that file and re-do everything I had finished yesterday afternoon. Briefly contemplate eating the apple I’ve packed…decide I’d rather have a piece of chocolate.
4:30: Get Amelia from daycare and nurse. Notice that she’s wet, so I change her on my office floor.
4:50: Commute home.
5:30: Home. Throw my stuff inside and quickly change so we can go for a walk with the pup. Evan mentions that we’re supposed to get more rain, but we look up and the skies look clear above us so we decide to risk it with a short one.
5:50: Suddenly the skies open up and within seconds Evan and I are drenched. Would have been hilarious…except Amelia doesn’t quite share our sense of humor. She’s sort of protected by the shade, but water is coming in and she is quick to voice her displeasure. So I start sprinting with the BOB as fast as a person possibly can in wet, slippery flip flops. Get home, unbuckle her and have to laugh at her shocked face. Parent of the year award right here.
Amelia was clearly thrilled
6:00: Plop Amelia in the tub…usually on bath nights we have dinner first and then a bath, but the poor kid is cold and already wet. As she happily slips and slides around I remind myself for about the 20th time that we need to get some sort of nonslip mat for the bottom.
6:30: Out of the bath, dressed and time for Amelia’s dinner. Tonight’s gourmet treat is a mixture of peas, carrots, and multigrain cereal. Evan feeds her while I start dinner for us. After she’s done eating, we chat and “play” together while I finish cooking.
7:10: Sit in the living room with Amelia and start picking at our dinner. She plays on the floor with her toys, showing off her new trick of sitting up on her own (from her belly) and trying desperately to crawl. So far she’s only managed a psuedo-army crawl using mostly her legs.
Tonight’s dinner = tortellini with homemade pesto, spinach, tomatoes, and a little “chicken” (side note: first time we tried these, and we gave them two thumbs up!
7:20: Pause dinner for “night dipes” – or, in normal person speak, the beginning of A’s bedtime routine. Change her, read a book, nurse and then put her in the crib. Evan and I sing her the same song we’ve been singing to her at bedtime since she was a newborn, rub her back for a moment, give her a kiss and leave. I can tell she’s super tired tonight and fusses a bit with her eyes closed. Fortunately she falls asleep within a few minutes.
7:45: Dinner resumes, accompanied by So You Think You Can Dance. Quality television only here in the Conkey household!
8:30: Decide I need another treat, despite the fact that I had a doughnut earlier. Plus, Evan bought new ice cream at the store today and there’s nothing better than breaking into a fresh container. So we make brownies in a mug…and I top mine with some cookie dough ice cream. Obviously I am really watching my calories here. And no, there’s no picture because I ate it way too fast.
9:15: Pump. I don’t always pump before bed, but am more motivated on days when I’m planning to run the next morning. And especially since we only had 5 feedings today vs. our normal 6, I feel like I probably should. Pump out 3oz, wash parts, store milk and get ready for bed.
10:00: In bed, wishing I was already asleep…like basically every other night. Set my alarm for 5:05AM (I swear that 5 minutes makes all the difference) to repeat the whole thing tomorrow.