a day in the life.

Beep!  Beep!  Beep!  My alarm keeps going off and I keep hitting snooze for just another 9 minutes of sleep.  This time I decide I've stayed in bed as long as I possibly can which means I only have time for a quick shower.  I shower and dry my hair.  I can hear the dog crying and since I'm alone this week, I go downstairs to let him out, medicate and feed him.  While I'm in the kitchen I make a bottle for the baby.  She should be waking up soon.  Back upstairs to figure out what I'm going to wear.  I hate this in between Fall and Summer time.  It's cool in the morning yet 70-80 degrees by afternoon.  I never know how to dress.  I go back to the bathroom to plug in the curling iron and start putting on my makeup.  I don't hear the baby yet but I go in her room anyway.  The sound of the door stirs her from sleep and she starts to open her eyes.  It's not a happy morning and she starts crying.  I have her bottle ready though and that helps.  I finish readying myself and I'm thinking about the laundry that needs to be done.  I really wish I could just stay home today.  Since I can't, I'm going to get a jump start so I grab the dirty diapers from the pail and take them down to the basement.  I can at least run a cold rinse before I go to work.  Back up both flights of stairs and Delia is done with her bottle.  She's sitting up in her crib, sort of playing but looks like she wants to go back to sleep.  I pick out her clothes and pile everything up to take downstairs.  Then I pick her up and give her some kisses so she laughs.  I take her downstairs, change her diaper and put her clothes on for the day.  She's wearing her Halloween Hello Kitty shirt.  It's so cute.  I have a few more things that need to be done so I put her in the pack and play and she's not happy.  She cries and I feel terrible because she just wants to be held for some reason.  She coughs and I hope she's not getting sick again.  I pack up her diaper bag for the day, start my Tassimo maker for coffee and check the clock.  I have about 10 minutes.  Not enough time for breakfast but I think the milk is past it's date anyway.  There's peanut butter crackers in my desk at work.  I'll just eat those.  I grab my lunch bag and throw in a frozen healthy choice meal, a diet cherry dr. pepper (I really need to stop drinking soda again) and some carrots and apples for the baby.  I have an idea that maybe if she gets some food in the afternoon instead of dinner time, she'll eat it.  I'll give it to my sister today.  She's not crying anymore, that's good.  It's because she has her pacifier.  I realize how reliant we've become on that little thing but I don't care right now.  We'll deal with that hurdle later.  I pick up the diaper bag, my purse and lunch bag and take them out to the car.  My coffee is done when I come back in so I pour some vanilla flavored creamer in.  She's crying again but it's time to leave so I go pick her up.  She smiles immediately.  "I'm sorry baby.  I know you just want to be held."  I already hate that I'm about to strap her into her car seat.  She struggles with me while I put her sweater on and arches her back as I try to put her in the seat.  It's just one of THOSE mornings.  "Come on Tucker" into the kitchen you go.  I put the gates up at both doorways so he can't get out.  Pick up my coffee, the baby and my keys and out the door.  I groan a little bit as I put her seat into the car base.  She's getting heavier every day.  I get in the front seat and just stop for a second.  I sigh.  Man, I really hate being a working mom.  Start the car, seat belt on and release the parking brake.  "How is it only Tuesday?" I think as I pull away.