5:50 awaken by alarm clock. Hit snooze button every 3 minutes until 6:05
6:05 get ready for work.
6:30ish nurse little O
6:50 move like hell to get some breakfast started for Owen and myself.
6:55 kiss my little family goodbye
Show up to work anywhere from 7:15-7:50 depending on traffic.
Work my ass off with 20 little people all day with short breaks used for consuming a packed lunch and pumping milk. How relaxing. If I'm lucky I'll snag a donut from the lounge.
3:00 change into acceptable clothing for sweating. No I'm not headed for a workout. I'm headed to work outside in the Texas sun in the carpool lane.
3:50 cram as much work as possible in the next 30ish minutes. Oh you thought teachers got work done during work hours? No, we just get actual teaching done. All the work is saved for our off duty time. You know, when other people are headed to happy hour or the gym?
Arrive home between 4:30-5:00 to nurse Owen.
Today I had to go grocery shopping so I then loaded up my 1 year old and headed to Kroger.
6:00 arrive home from Kroger and whip up a hot meal for me and my little munchkin. Tonight it was chicken, sautéed spinach with a tortilla and cheese. We also shared some strawberries.
6:45 the husband got home (because he's a teacher too and had to work on work...after work)
I tell him he's home just in time for bath time...which in this house means. Owen gets a bath from daddy and I get to shower.
7:10 get Owen cozy in his PJs. The husband played with Owen while I cleaned the kitchen and boiled eggs and chicken.
7:30 nurse Owen, sing itsy bitsy spider about 34 times and put him to bed.
7:45 I drank a guiness
8:00-9:00 make lunches, clean, prep fruit for my fruit loving nugget and collapse on the couch.
I still have to pump. Maybe.
I am not complaining. But the day to day events of life are taking the fun out of me. I'm exhausted all day. I (hopefully) appear energetic and upbeat. But my tank is empty and I'm tired. I fill nearly every moment with productivity because there simply isn't enough time to slack off.
This is being a mom. This is being a working mom. This is the life women dream of. Like that kid on the YouTube video "is this real life?".
I thought mom life would include much more use of my jogging stroller.
From my title of Working Mom (not teacher). I'd like a little less work and a tad more mommy-ing.
