californiagirl
08-28-2007, 07:26 PM
My pre-baby morning schedule:
7:00 am: clock radio came on.
7:30 am: get up, possibly shower, get dressed, maybe read some
8:00 am: leave for work
8:30 am: arrive at work, have coffee and breakfast
DH's current schedule:
8:00 am: wife wakes him
8:05 am: shower
8:20 am: offer to finish fixing child's lunch, possibly pour milk or find fruit. Get on computer if child not ready to leave yet.
8:30 am: leave for work
8:45 am: arrive at work, eat breakfast
My current schedule:
6:45 am: Child yells "Mom-my! Waaake up! It's mor-ning!" I tell her to be polite. She comes in, leans on me, says angelically "Mama, it's morning. Could you read me a book?"
Tell her not until first number is a 7. She climbs into bed and fidgets.
6:55-7:00 am: Give up, read 2 books.
7:15-7:30 am: Announce that we are done reading and I need to pee. Child howls in outrage, tries to physically confine me to bed. Outcome varies. (I always get to go pee, sometimes while child howls heartbrokenly outside locked bathroom door.)
7:30 am: Take shower if necessary, with small child.
7:45 am: Put clean clothes away (yes, every stinking morning!) Because when I lived alone I just left them in the clean clothes basket, but now I put them away. All of them. Except the ones I get DD to put away. And once every few months, DH puts a whole laundry basket of clothes away.
7:50 am: Get DD breakfast. Start working on her lunch.
8:00 am: Wake up husband. Eat my breakfast, pack my lunch.
8:25 am: Inform world at large that it is time to get in the car.
8:30 am: Inform husband that DD and I are ready and will be waiting in the car.
There is some variation here. For instances, many mornings I also wash some dishes (although DH does the majority of the dishwashing and cooking).
I take the newspaper to work. I read it there. One of my colleagues said to me "It's your newspaper, you know; you could read it at home." I looked at him for a moment, and he thought. "Oh, you have a three-year old, don't you. I guess maybe you couldn't."
I want my life back! I don't want to fix anybody's lunch! I don't want to eat breakfast, much less make it for two people! I want to drink coffee (DH: That smells disgusting), at home, with soy milk (DH: Ick.)! I don't care what we eat for dinner! I want to sit on the couch, watch junk TV (DH: TV will rot your brain, we don't have a TV) and do my art, and eat instant indian meals with yogurt, or other hackish dinners that take one pot, 10 minutes, no thought and that DH thinks are disgusting! I want a BATH! WITH BATH SALTS, A BAD MURDER MYSTERY, A POINTLESS CANDLE, AND A CUP OF TEA! CAFFEINATED TEA! WITH BRANDY!!! (DH thinks this is silly, but wouldn't mind. Alas, our only bathtub is tiny and spider-ridden, and DD would want to join me. I can lock her out, but I can't do anything about the stupid shower enclosure that gouges your arms if you try to read and the inability to submerge more than a third of my body at one time.)
And if DH has a dust mite allergy, why can't he put his own clothes away? Or buy a dehumidifier, already?
I'm just venting. DH is mostly a reasonable human being. And it's only a little true that there are three people in the household and he does his full third of the work; it's the 3-year old who isn't pulling her weight. Maybe more than a little true.
7:00 am: clock radio came on.
7:30 am: get up, possibly shower, get dressed, maybe read some
8:00 am: leave for work
8:30 am: arrive at work, have coffee and breakfast
DH's current schedule:
8:00 am: wife wakes him
8:05 am: shower
8:20 am: offer to finish fixing child's lunch, possibly pour milk or find fruit. Get on computer if child not ready to leave yet.
8:30 am: leave for work
8:45 am: arrive at work, eat breakfast
My current schedule:
6:45 am: Child yells "Mom-my! Waaake up! It's mor-ning!" I tell her to be polite. She comes in, leans on me, says angelically "Mama, it's morning. Could you read me a book?"
Tell her not until first number is a 7. She climbs into bed and fidgets.
6:55-7:00 am: Give up, read 2 books.
7:15-7:30 am: Announce that we are done reading and I need to pee. Child howls in outrage, tries to physically confine me to bed. Outcome varies. (I always get to go pee, sometimes while child howls heartbrokenly outside locked bathroom door.)
7:30 am: Take shower if necessary, with small child.
7:45 am: Put clean clothes away (yes, every stinking morning!) Because when I lived alone I just left them in the clean clothes basket, but now I put them away. All of them. Except the ones I get DD to put away. And once every few months, DH puts a whole laundry basket of clothes away.
7:50 am: Get DD breakfast. Start working on her lunch.
8:00 am: Wake up husband. Eat my breakfast, pack my lunch.
8:25 am: Inform world at large that it is time to get in the car.
8:30 am: Inform husband that DD and I are ready and will be waiting in the car.
There is some variation here. For instances, many mornings I also wash some dishes (although DH does the majority of the dishwashing and cooking).
I take the newspaper to work. I read it there. One of my colleagues said to me "It's your newspaper, you know; you could read it at home." I looked at him for a moment, and he thought. "Oh, you have a three-year old, don't you. I guess maybe you couldn't."
I want my life back! I don't want to fix anybody's lunch! I don't want to eat breakfast, much less make it for two people! I want to drink coffee (DH: That smells disgusting), at home, with soy milk (DH: Ick.)! I don't care what we eat for dinner! I want to sit on the couch, watch junk TV (DH: TV will rot your brain, we don't have a TV) and do my art, and eat instant indian meals with yogurt, or other hackish dinners that take one pot, 10 minutes, no thought and that DH thinks are disgusting! I want a BATH! WITH BATH SALTS, A BAD MURDER MYSTERY, A POINTLESS CANDLE, AND A CUP OF TEA! CAFFEINATED TEA! WITH BRANDY!!! (DH thinks this is silly, but wouldn't mind. Alas, our only bathtub is tiny and spider-ridden, and DD would want to join me. I can lock her out, but I can't do anything about the stupid shower enclosure that gouges your arms if you try to read and the inability to submerge more than a third of my body at one time.)
And if DH has a dust mite allergy, why can't he put his own clothes away? Or buy a dehumidifier, already?
I'm just venting. DH is mostly a reasonable human being. And it's only a little true that there are three people in the household and he does his full third of the work; it's the 3-year old who isn't pulling her weight. Maybe more than a little true.