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Dec. 10th, 2010 08:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wildflowersoulWow, it's been a while since I've posted.
First, politics. I can't believe now is when the Democrats decide to grow a spine. Like the caving in to Republicans on the tax cuts (I refuse to call them "the Bush tax cuts" because I am so sick of hearing that phrase) was never a foregone conclusion. According to the NYT, there's some muttering about a Democrat challenge to Obama in the next primary. Also, it irks me that the news insists on calling him "Mr. Obama," which I know is generally a NYT convention, but I don't recall hearing "Mr. Bush" for the previous 8 years, I heard a whole lot more "President Bush." Anyway. Grar.
Also, I am reading a totally entertaining book. Fluffy historical thriller/romance for the win!
So my days are going by in a blur lately. Here's the basic structure of every weekday:
Wake up between 5:00/5:20. Feed bunnies while Drew changes the first diaper of the morning. Put West on activity mat, eat breakfast while hanging out with him. Feed baby. Shower. Pack bottles, change of clothes, daycare accoutrements, pack lunch and whatever else I need for the day. Change diaper, dress baby for day, sing goofily and play peekaboo. Feed baby. Trundle baby into car seat. Drop off at daycare at 7:30 on the nose. Pull into commuter rail station just as a train is leaving, wait for next train. Get to work at 8:45. Half hour lunch break at noon- spend 20 minutes of it pumping. Leave at 4:15, walk as fast as my little legs can go to make the 4:45 train home. Get home around 5:30, feed baby who is usually on the verge of total hunger breakdown (Drew picks him up from daycare at 4:00, deals with daily screaming baby meltdown, then entertains baby into adorable baby laughter). Make dinner while West either plays in living room or sits in kitchen listening to me narrate the dinner-making (vocab building!), eat dinner (usually interrupted as soon as I take a bite by West deciding it's time for more breakdown, one of us holds him while the other eats, then switch off). Play with West. Bedtime ritual begins around 7:00/7:30 (bath on some days, change diaper, put jammies on, stories, feed, bed, hope he doesn't flip out upon touching the mattress). Drew does dishes while I get West settled to sleep. Wash bottles and pump pieces. Make lunch for next day, set coffee up for auto brewing next am. Possibly do a load of baby laundry. By then it's usually about 9:00. Collapse on couch for some tv, give up on being awake, go to bed. Get up several times in the night to feed the baby. Being working parents is exhausting!
First, politics. I can't believe now is when the Democrats decide to grow a spine. Like the caving in to Republicans on the tax cuts (I refuse to call them "the Bush tax cuts" because I am so sick of hearing that phrase) was never a foregone conclusion. According to the NYT, there's some muttering about a Democrat challenge to Obama in the next primary. Also, it irks me that the news insists on calling him "Mr. Obama," which I know is generally a NYT convention, but I don't recall hearing "Mr. Bush" for the previous 8 years, I heard a whole lot more "President Bush." Anyway. Grar.
Also, I am reading a totally entertaining book. Fluffy historical thriller/romance for the win!
So my days are going by in a blur lately. Here's the basic structure of every weekday:
Wake up between 5:00/5:20. Feed bunnies while Drew changes the first diaper of the morning. Put West on activity mat, eat breakfast while hanging out with him. Feed baby. Shower. Pack bottles, change of clothes, daycare accoutrements, pack lunch and whatever else I need for the day. Change diaper, dress baby for day, sing goofily and play peekaboo. Feed baby. Trundle baby into car seat. Drop off at daycare at 7:30 on the nose. Pull into commuter rail station just as a train is leaving, wait for next train. Get to work at 8:45. Half hour lunch break at noon- spend 20 minutes of it pumping. Leave at 4:15, walk as fast as my little legs can go to make the 4:45 train home. Get home around 5:30, feed baby who is usually on the verge of total hunger breakdown (Drew picks him up from daycare at 4:00, deals with daily screaming baby meltdown, then entertains baby into adorable baby laughter). Make dinner while West either plays in living room or sits in kitchen listening to me narrate the dinner-making (vocab building!), eat dinner (usually interrupted as soon as I take a bite by West deciding it's time for more breakdown, one of us holds him while the other eats, then switch off). Play with West. Bedtime ritual begins around 7:00/7:30 (bath on some days, change diaper, put jammies on, stories, feed, bed, hope he doesn't flip out upon touching the mattress). Drew does dishes while I get West settled to sleep. Wash bottles and pump pieces. Make lunch for next day, set coffee up for auto brewing next am. Possibly do a load of baby laundry. By then it's usually about 9:00. Collapse on couch for some tv, give up on being awake, go to bed. Get up several times in the night to feed the baby. Being working parents is exhausting!
