I lie awake thinking, “Today is the day, it’s finally here.” I’m terrified!
I’ve been hiding. I’ve been hibernating. But today is it. Today is the day that I leave the house. With both kids. At the SAME time!
I hit the shower. If I leave the house and it’s a disaster, I will at least look good while doing it. I can’t blow dry my hair because it will wake up the baby, but at least my hair will be clean. I get dressed and start the mental list in my head.
If I get Caroline up at 7:45 and give her breakfast, I can get the baby up at 8:00, wait, scratch that. I’ll get the baby up at 7:30, feed him, get Caroline up at 8:00, feed her, wait, do we have eggs? She can have cereal. Surely she can last without a protein – right?
I’m dressed and have actually had a cup of coffee (maybe I shouldn’t have done that before I nursed the baby… oh well). I start to get the diaper bag ready. Bottles… check, burp cloth… check, diapers… check, pull up… check, snacks…check, water… check, extra outfits for everyone… check.
Baby is up and nursing. – we’re right on schedule. I’m doing it! I’m really doing it! If things go smoothly we can be in the car right on time. The baby’s wake time is only 45 minutes and that includes eating so he’ll have to nap in the car, but we can do this!
Time to get Caroline out of bed. I’ve actually had time to get her cereal on the table ahead of time so breakfast is waiting for her. I get Caroline out of bed, get her dressed and put her at the table.
“Mama, I don’t want cereal. I want an egg and toast.”
“Well we’re having cereal and we need to eat fast, we have things to do today.”
My children are the slowest eaters in the world. You would think we were European. Every meal goes on for hours and hours.
Caroline finally announces that she is finished with breakfast. I put her shoes on her and go to get my bag. I pick up the baby and he proceeds to spit up all over me.
Well at least he didn’t get my hair… should I change? I can’t believe I just asked that, when did I become that person that doesn’t care if I have spit up on me when I leave the house… oh yeah, when I became the person that had just a two hour window for leaving the house.
I change my shirt, wipe off my pants… hey that’s good enough. I grab the baby and get Caroline out the door. We’re heading towards the car.
Here we go, kids are in car seats and I’m in the car with it started. As I’m driving, I’m giving other moms in other cars the silent nod. The nod that says “good job, mom! We’re out, we’re living, we can actually see the sun!”
I did it, both of the kids are dressed, and we all look somewhat presentable.
“Mom, where are we going?” My daughter asked from the back seat.
“To a magical place called the grocery store!”
Now the real challenge begins, surviving the shopping trip and making it home in time to feed the baby…again.