This past week I had a somewhat interesting day with Nathanael and I thought it would be hilarious for all if I shared it!
6.30am – The morning alarm sounds, hear Luke in the shower and decide I would rather have an extra half an hour in bed than exercise with Gillian (I am phoning it in!)
7.30am – The extra half an hour has turned into an hour. Lament my love of sleep, get up and dressed, add concealer and some eyeshadow.
7.45am – Pop downstairs, Luke has my coffee going already (he knows the way to my heart) and we chat about our plans for the day.
8.00 am – We go and wake Nathanael up, he is in the most awkward position possible and it makes us giggle. We start his usually routine of cuddles, nappy change and a feed.
8.15am – We have breakfast, Nathanael loves breakfast he is having 2 Weetabix and half a plum. I on the other hand hate breakfast, I encourage myself half a bowl with my coffee.
8.30am – Post my SOAP in my International Good Morning Group on Facebook, today we were on 2 Peter 1
8.45am – Begin to clear up the wreckage of breakfast.
9.00am Wipe down Nate, begin to clear counter tops, and bring out the vacuum, pray that Nate wont scream too loud while I hoover.
9.25am – Nathanael has reached his limit with self entertaining of course this is at the most awkward time of me filling up the Karcher cleaning system. I can hardly hold him while steam cleaning can I? Quickly clean the kitchen, hall and downstairs toilet floor to a chorus of Nathanael’s Opera of Whinge and Moan.
9.35am – Leave a job half done, picture a hoover, the cleaning system and all kitchen regalia in the wrong room. Nathanael needs a Mummy cuddle and a nappy change!
9.40am – Hope that Nathanael will play while I polish downstairs, had read an article that says most bacteria is on your door handles and have it high on my list of cleaning jobs.
10.00am – Set aside all cleaning tools and play with Nathanael he has amused himself long enough. Forcing myself through his pop up tunnel I convince myself I could join the Marines, I have after all spent an hour cleaning while under Nate attack! Nathanael thinks I am far too slow and bites my toe a mothers love knows no bounds as I stop myself from squealing.
10.10am – The boy has pooped again, no Luke when you need him, so I change him while singing the Grand Old Duke of York. There really was no need for that Honours Degree!
10.15am – As Nate has tried to demolish my toe, I set up a morning snack for him.
10.30am – Decide that Nathanael’s continuing operetta is because he hasn’t had a enough sleep. Pop him down for a nap. Come downstairs and set the hoover up for the lounge ready when he wakes up.
10.45am – Sit down with a cup of tea and catch up on some blog reading. I am sucked into watching someone organize their kitchen, I am in a phase of organization and lament that we don’t have a Container Store.
11.30am – Nathanael is stirring so I blitz the living and dining room area and reassemble Nathanael’s assault course of toys.
11.40am – I walk into Nathanael’s room to find him stood up in his cot bed I rejoice Luke and I lowered the bed the week before and set about changing him for the 4th time already.
12pm – I begin to get lunch ready while Nathanael “helps” in his car walker.
12.30pm– Lunch is over with and I decide to pop a load of laundry in, open the detergent drawer and out spills what seems a gallon of water – of course this would happen on my nice clean floors. Clean the drawer and go to grab the load with Nate in tow. Pop the boy down while filling the washer and he decides to lean against the bin. Remember I need to take the trash out, Luke’s pet peeve is that I never do it and I am determined to get wifey top marks today! Consider whether I should leave Nate in the kitchen – opt against this and decide he needs to come with me to the bin outside prevent him screaming/falling over etc
12.45pm – Decide that it would be good to go to the shops now, of course it decides to rain. I continue to get everything ready – pushchair, waterproof cover, and get my bag.
1pm – Rejoice that the rain has stopped, pop Nate’s jacket on, go change out of comfy trousers to jeans. Pray that no one is outside as looking like the Bride of Frankenstein. Of course the guy with the annoying van is across the road emptying his shopping out. JOY! Realise that I don’t have my phone, its in the kitchen. Contemplate on my quiet street if someone would grab Nathanael, realise this is highly improbable but run at break neck speed from my door to the kitchen and back again. Now Bride of Frankenstein with a flush.
1.05pm – Pleased I grab my phone as I check my messages and women from my Bible group are praying for me, I begin praying for them while other pedestrians look concerned for me – Perhaps I am doing that Constipated Christian look so often seen on Worship Leaders. I try to look more natural while I continue on.
1.15pm – Realise at the cash machine that I am wearing my nursing bra, with no breast pads and its cold! The horror ensues and I thank Jesus that I have brought my coat. I quickly pop this on and begin to sweat from the mugginess outside.
1.16pm – Wondering whether to write the aforementioned in my blog post, decide that this conveys my scatterbrain amusing day and pop in anyway. We can all laugh at me together
1.30pm – Nearly hit by a mobility scooter – of course I at walking speed should have gotten out the way. Wonder whether to start a petition for a driving licence for all mobility scooter owners on the government website.
2.00pm – get home, pop Nate with his toys and put the washing on the airer. Decide to hoover upstairs while hoping that Nate isn’t destroying the Living Room – he is far too quite. Take a glance in the mirror and by the look of my red face i could double for Elmo.
2.15pm – Find Nathanael trying to climb into his walker, he is stuck and I laugh – poor Nathanael, naughty Mummy. We play with his blocks and wooden puzzles however Nate would rather have his maracas. Thank my sister eternally for the annoying tune and decide that the blue musical one may go “missing”
3pm – Nate has hit that wall again and low and behold he takes a second nap – this never happens and I decide to begin writing my blog post.
4pm – Had forgotten to hoover Luke’s office, drag the vacuum downstairs and hoover then go and wake Nathanael up.
4.10pm – Nathanael is energised and I drag out every toy possible in an effort to wear him out
5.00pm – Luke returns home from work and finds me sprawled on the floor while our son clambers over my legs, it seems the toys are not enough and I am now an adventure playground.
I will let you imagine the rest, we had dinner and bath time before it turns 7.30 and Luke and I have a conversation! I wouldn’t have it any other way, Nathanael is such a blessing.