This is my everyday life,see if you can spot the reoccurring theme. (I apologize for writing a fricken novel lol)
7:30-Wake up,bring Nolan into the living room,give him a bottle. Turn on Grey's Anatomy and wait for the boys to wake up.
8:00-Nathan OR Nick wakes up (never both at the same time) If it's Nathan we cuddle on the couch while I put on a cartoon. If it's Nicky,he demands juice or chocolate milk and usually and apple lol.
8:30-10:30- Depending on what time he goes to bed the night before,Donnie usually wakes up between those times. Pee's plops on the couch and asks me to make him something to eat. No good morning? nope.
Breakfast-This can go one of 2 ways. I make the same thing for everyone,or I make everyone something different. Either way,it always involves me getting everything ready,food,drinks,setting up the boys table in their room and turning on a cartoon. Then handing Donnie his food,to which i'm thanked. I make my food last,usually toast and coffee. As I sit down to eat,or while i'm eating, "can you make me something to drink" Set my food down and fetch him some water. I've learned lately to bring him a drink with his food.
After breakfast,I clean the dishes and usually start a load of laundry,it's NEVER ending.I get on Fb or Plurk,or search the web. During this time,i'm ALWAYS getting up,literally every 5-10 minutes. Whether it's to stop a fight,wipe a baby booty,get drinks,make snacks,playtime, i'm ALWAYS getting up. In the midst of it all,I always get a "make me something to eat" or "can you get me,insert random thing here"
Lunch time,goes smooth,hot dogs and mac&cheese with an apple and yogurt. Donnie eats the Mac & Cheese but usually needs something extra. He refuses to eat hotdogs,so I have to make ANOTHER meal,on top of that one. I don't eat,I make something random later on in the day. As always "Can you make me something to drink?" Sure...
Playtime! If it's not raining,I take the boys out. All they wanna do is swing,so I push them for 2 hours!, thank God I have a comfy chair to sit in. I usually day dream while i'm pushing them,it's unusually "zen" The boys ask to go in a few hours later to watch tv or play. I'm fine with that,Nolan needs a bottle anyway.
The hours before dinner are spend pretty much like the rest of the day. Butts wiped,boo boo's kissed,messes to clean up. If I haven't gotten around to cleaning the rest of the house by now,I'll start to do it now. Don't forget!! "Can you get me this or that" "thanks babe" yep...
Dinner,it can be chaotic. The boys have probably trashed the house the second after I cleaned it,so i'm stressing about that. They're also hovering in the kitchen,even though I repeatedly tell them to "stay in the living room,it's hot in here." Sometimes i'll get a "eww whats that smell,it smells horrible" gee thanks!! he assures me "Oh,i'm sure it'll taste good" gee,thanks again -_-
I serve dinner just like I did breakfast. I make sure everyone is settled and eating,then allow myself to stuff my face.
Cleaning,cleaning,cleaning. Dinner dishes,putting toys away,scrubbing pee in the bathroom,scoping cat poop,washing bottles,this,that and the other. I hope you didn't forget!! "Can you get me.... you know the rest....
The rest of the night usually goes like this,baths,more cleaning bed time for the boys. MORE straightening up. They destroy what I clean as soon as I clean it. MORE dishes,more,more,more.
Then tv,and bed. Of course,getting up 4X a night with Nolan.
Don't get me wrong,I LOVE my life,I LOVE my family,but I swear to God I feel like a maid,or a slave even. I'm expected to get up on demand by everyone in this house. Donnie DOES help with the kids,but thats as far is it goes. Cooking,cleaning,EVERYTHING else goes to me. I've been sick for 3 days,and i've been waiting for Donnie to ask if I needed anything. NOPE! Today he gets a sore throat,guess who is taking care of him? Yeah....
I just,would love it if he thought about ME for once. Hey babe do you want me to make breakfast,or i'll make my own breakfast this morning. He literally can't make his own bagel,WTF?! "Make me chips and salsa" Really?! You can't pour that shit in a bowl yourself?! OR he'll wait until I sit down to ask me for something,instead of asking while i'm still up.
AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! End vent.
