It kicked off with Mother's Day and a post from Debbie Wasserman Schultz.
I decided to write my own a few weeks ago, and I'd forgotten about it until I saw another "How We Do It" piece. What has struck me about each one so far is:
- How involved in the day-to-day operations spouses are (managing children, cleaning, cooking, etc.).
- How flexible so many women's jobs are.
- How much time women are spending, at home, doing work-related business (probably because this is a trade-off for flexibility).
Anyway, here's mine:
6:00 a.m. Alarm clock goes off and I hit a 10 minute snooze, but before I fall back asleep, I hear the puppy whining in the family room. After I take the dog out, I decide to start making lunches, and I set out the bread.
6:10 a.m. Marcie appears in my doorway and asks what the weather will be. HOT, I tell her, while I rub Tate's back to try and get him to wake up. I head back to the kitchen to finish making lunches and catch the puppy swiping a piece of bread of the counter. Casey appears on the couch.
6:20 a.m. I tell Casey to go get dressed. He ignores me. I repeat myself three times and then tell him I won't repeat myself again without consequences, so he grudgingly gets up to leave. I continue making and packing lunches until Casey returns, dressed in sweatpants. I tell him he will be too hot and suggest he puts on shorts. I ask him to grab milk from the garage for the lunches. He obliges on both counts. While I am getting the lunches together and pulling together the after-school-snack I know the kids will eat in the car, Jason is getting Tate dressed for the day. I carry Tate to the kitchen and sit him down in front of a yogurt breakfast he picked out from the store. When he says he doesn't like it, I make him a pancake sausage.
6:25 a.m. I head back to the bedroom to shower and dress for work. I hear Tate screaming at the dog, and Jason goes out to help.
7:05 - 7:20 a.m. I tell the kids to stop yelling in the backyard, where they have been playing with Bandit while I get ready, and I ask them to go get in the car. As Tate moves past me, I ask him to pick out a change of clothes to leave at school because he used his spare set on Friday. By the time we leave the house, it is 7:20 a.m.
7:20 - 7:30 a.m. I hit all green lights and there is virtually no traffic. I admonish Casey for losing my Fastrac transponder, which means I will have to drive in rush hour traffic instead of the carpool lanes. Then I tell Casey I'm just irritated and not really mad at him. "I know, Mom," he says. After I drop Casey and Marcie at the front of their schools and tell them to have a great day, I head to Tate's school.
7:30 - 7:40 a.m. I help Tate put his lunch in the school fridge and his spare clothes in his cubby. We find a thank you note from his teacher for our teacher appreciation gifts last week, and I read it to him. When his teacher shows up, he asks me not to leave, but then he realizes one of his best friends is there early. I suggest a game of My Little Ponies, and the two hold hands over to the ponies, where Tate dumps them out. "See you later!" he calls to me as I leave the school.
8:25 a.m. I am at work and take the elevator to my floor. It's a slow week for me - no scheduled appointments. I meet with a student who stops by and a colleague. Jason and I exchange emails about a lacrosse round robin and about dinner. He says he will stop by Costco to pick up a roasted chicken for us since he may beat us home.
2:05 - 2:35 p.m. I leave the office to head to the kids' schools. In the car I listen to This American Life and then chat with my sister on the phone (using an earpiece, of course). I pick up Marcie and Casey at after-school care, because they'd rather spend the afternoon with me and Tate at the speech therapist's office than stay in after-school care. I pick up Tate at preschool, where he is still napping. He doesn't want to wake up, so he sleeps in the car. On the way, the kids recount what they have for homework. Casey asks who made him - and this launches us into a brief, scientific discussion of how babies are made. Tate sleeps through the whole conversation.
3:20 p.m. Tate works with the speech therapist while Casey plays on his iPad and Marcie reads.
4:00 - 5:00 p.m. We leave the therapy office and head back home. We stop stop at Target to return a broken clock we bought on Saturday. We also pick up some ice cream bars and stop for frappuccinos from the Starbucks in the Target. We run into one of Marcie's Girl Scout leaders and chit chat with her for a bit, then finally go home.
5:00-5:20 p.m. Casey works on some homework. Tate keeps screaming at Bandit, the dog, for jumping up to lick his frappuccino cup. Marcie works on a project. Jason arrives home with roasted chicken from Costco and I put some rice in the rice cooker.
5:20-5:40 p.m. I answer work emails. We are the team manager's for our son's competitive soccer team, so I email the league management regarding uniform and players' card issues while I listen to the kids dancing around in the other room. I also hear Jason telling Tate to stop pulling all his sister's clothes out of her drawers for dress up. Tate and I walk out to the mailbox to check for knee socks we ordered online as a reward for good performance/ behavior at speech therapy last week. Tate is thrilled to get the socks, and he puts them on immediately.
5:40 - 6:20 p.m. I fold laundry I put in the dryer last night and dump a load of Casey's clothes in the wash. Jason washes strawberries and pulls the meat off the chicken in preparation for dinner. We sit down at the table to eat, and Jason has to put the dog outside so he will stop jumping up on the table. At dinner we talk about how peer pressure is not an excuse for poor behavior choices and how good friends do not choose actions that they know will embarrass their friends. After dinner, the kids run out back to play while Jason heads out to get a hair cut. I get online to answer some student emails and update the blog. It's warm outside, and the sun is still out.
6:20 - 7:10p.m. The kids empty the dishwasher and take out the trash, dripping chocolate drink across the floor of the entire house, and into the garage. I follow after them and clean up. I hear a crash on the side yard and the kids come rushing through the gate. I have them turn around and pick up all the cans for recycling that they knocked over playing chase. They play in the yard some more, together, while I switch over laundry loads. Jason gets home and jumps in the shower - he is itchy from the freshly cut hair. I answer some more work emails and I read some articles about law school grading.
7:10 - 8:45 p.m. I go to a zumba class. On my way home, I call a friend to chat about her job.
8:45- 9:00 p.m. Marcie is asleep. I read books to Tate (and Casey) and sing a good-night lullaby. The dog is sacked out on the floor and Jason is on his computer playing a game.
9:00 - 10:15 pm. I read a book for work while I run the TV in the background.
10:15 - 10:30 p.m. I shower and get ready for bed.
10:30-11:30 p.m. I read some more for work and then go to sleep.