This day in the life is representative of one of our leisurely weekend days. We’re not ones to pack a lot into any weekend, but this one was especially lazy because Jane stayed at my mom’s Saturday night until Sunday afternoon.
Sunday, August 3rd
9:15 a.m.: I get up, groggy even after having gone to bed at 11 p.m. No matter how much sleep I get, still not a morning person. SO nice to not be woken by Jane at 6:30 though, which she’s been doing lately with way too much frequency. For a long time she was definitely sleeping until 7 or 7:30.
First thing I do is get a big glass of O.J. mixed with water and take my prescription iron pills + stool softener. And begin my morning of obsessing about poop, because I’ve been feeling gross and constipated for like… well probably only a day or two, but it really makes me cranky and I have high hopes for this morning. Oh glamorous pregnancy!
I check my e-mail and FB, look to see if there’s any open houses nearby today (even though we are not house hunting, I love to go see what’s in our neighborhood), and also look up some recipes for fancy homemade popsicles because both Jane and I have been wanting them a lot lately.
10:00 a.m.: Call my mom to see what time we should get Jane. Usually I drop her off the evening before and Nathan has pick up duty about 11:30, but my mom surprises me by saying she can stay through her nap today because G-Non wants us to come swim that afternoon so we can all meet over there. Yay extra free time! I make some tea and go outside to read the newspaper.
View from the front porch – new this year is the raised bed way in front and the playhouse on the right, complete with kitchen and working doorbell, which the girls LOVE:
10:45: Nathan gets up and pulls the fridge out to check if the coils need to be cleaned. In retrospect I should’ve been happy he did this without me nagging (I’d noticed our electricity bill was higher than usual the past couple months and called the company earlier in the week and the lady said dirty fridge coils could be a huge electricity suck), but in the process he spilled my whole glass of O.J. (the only thing sitting on the counter) and it was running down over the cabinets and everything and I just imagined coming back to a big sticky mess because he “cleaned it up”, but not well enough (he claims I’m neurotic, I claim he doesn’t do things thoroughly enough… ongoing relationship spat…)
Then he says he “lost” his vaporizer… this pipe thing that he’s been smoking flavored stuff out of? I don’t know, I haven’t really paid attention because he said there’s no nicotine in it and it’s harmless. Anyway I said you didn’t lose it, I saw you using it in bed last night so it’s around somewhere. (Another somewhat minor ongoing annoyance… he always rushes around the house before going somewhere, dramatically saying he lost his wallet or keys… I pretty much just ignore it at this point, knowing they are not lost he just isn’t organized and will find them eventually…) Then he implied that I might have put it somewhere which really made me mad so I started folding laundry and bitching at him about not putting away his clothes I had folded earlier in the week (which I WOULD put away for him if he had any sort of organization to his closet but I can’t stand to go in there so just try to ignore it)… instead just throwing them on top of the hamper in a messy pile.
Offending pile and disorganized man-corner.
To which he replied something about how I take too long to fold laundry in the first place and he hates seeing baskets sitting around for days and why can’t I keep the house cleaner and I said do you have any idea how much I clean during the day?! Do you want me to do nothing during the day and you can come home and see how it looks?
Sooo… just an example of a stupid escalating fight, classic huh?
11:30: He comes out to the porch to tell me a funny story about how after I was in bed last night he went in the pantry and found this package of sugary stuff crawling with ants and “screamed like a little girl and threw the whole thing in the toilet”, so he thinks he solved the problem of our “fast ants” (we’d been seeing them around the house lately but not concentrated in one spot – not normal little ants but slightly larger really FAST moving ants. ick.) So all the fighting is forgotten. That is one thing I love about my husband, he is not one to hold a grudge and is usually the first to try to smooth things over.
He takes a shower, I make coffee (another attempt to get my system moving…) and continue reading the paper. I read an article about the Root River Trail, which I’ve been wanting to bike for a couple years. It was made along an old railroad bed in southeast MN, connecting all these cute little towns and going through bluffs along the river. They even rent trailers for kids. I tried to arrange a trip for us over Father’s Day this year but it didn’t work out for a variety of reasons. I wonder when I’ll get the chance again…
11:45: Poop, finally! Minimal though, but at least some relief for me. Now I can get on with my day…
12:15: Leave on my bike to check out the open houses. I’ve been feeling really slow and tired the past couple weeks, but they are all in a 12 block flat area so I figure I can handle it. The other day I went for a slow 30 minute walk and was so out of breath and felt my back tightening I had to lay down as soon as I got home. It was really hot and humid, but still, it made me feel like a wimp for only being 7 mos. pregnant. Biking is much easier on my back.
1:45: Home. Ride went well, although very slow and easily out of breath. Looked at five houses, I think that’s a record in one outing for me, there were a lot open today. Prices are going up in our neighborhood, and every time I look it makes me so happy we got this little house. I see houses all the time listed for $80K more than ours and this is what they have that ours doesn’t:
-A little garage, most of the time not even used to park the car because it’s used to store stuff. Located across the back yard, so in the winter you have to shovel a path and haul kids and groceries through the snow. We have a shed to store stuff and a driveway next to our kitchen door.
-A basement, usually cold and prone to flooding when it rains a lot. Used for storage and laundry. We have main floor laundry and a cellar/attic for storage. It’s not the most convenient or a lot of storage space, but keeps us from accumulating a lot of stuff we don’t need!
-A small 3rd bedroom. So far we’ve had no need for this and believe it’s perfectly fine for little kids to share a room (contrary to what seems to be popular belief in the suburbs!)
-Possibly some fancy updates like granite counter tops that we don’t give a sh*t about.
While I was gone Nathan did some work on his motorcycle that has been sitting in our driveway not working for 3+ years. He finally decided to clean it up and sell it, YAY.
1:45 – 3:45: Not quite sure where these two hours went. I know I made a smoothie (yet another attempt to loosen my system…) with banana, frozen watermelon, blueberries, parsley, kale, raw ginger, and protein powder. And… continued putzing online/reading the newspaper. Nathan watched golf for at least some of the time.
4:00: Get to G-Non’s, reunited with our baby girl, have a good time swimming on this hot sticky day. My mom and sis came along too:
Such a water baby.
6:00: Done swimming and G-Non offered to take us to the Old Country Buffet. Eek, definitely not the best quality, but they do have a lot more veg options than some restaurants, and hey it beats going home to make our own dinner. Besides, nostalgia. I used to love coming here as a kid and supposedly ate only mashed potatoes, jello, and ice cream.
8:00: Home. Jane sang a song in the car about “shakin’ my nuts in the sky”. Could be perfectly innocent, but she also mentioned earlier in the day the radio station B96. Ahem…. AUNTIE JEN!!
9:00: Jane finally in bed after a little play time and the usual teeth/potty/books/songs routine. She talks and sings to herself for about 20 minutes which tonight is pretty quiet and mellow, but some nights she rants and raves, yelling at imaginary people and singing at the top of her lungs like a lunatic.
9:30 – 10:30: I work on writing this, which always takes way longer than I think it will. Time to get ready for bed. I hope I don’t look back on this in a few months mourning the summer and my easy life.