6:30pm: Arrive home from work. Nurse Taylor and put her to bed.
7:00pm: Get Mason and Marlee in pj's, teeth brushed, and put Marlee to bed.
7:30pm: Marlee has to go pee. She insists she has to poop, however after sitting there for 10 minutes is unsuccessful. Begins to throw a tantrum when she is told her time is up and she is going back to bed. Play cars with Mason in between checking on Marlee in the bathroom.
8:00pm: Read a book with Mason and put him to bed. Threaten Marlee with sleeping in the bathtub if she doesn't stop throwing her fit, because she is now disturbing Mason's sleep.
8:15pm: Put Marlee in the (dry) bathtub and let her continue going ballistic while I start P90X3. Again.
8:30pm: Get Marlee out of the bathtub (although she is still screaming her head off) and allow her to go back to bed if she is going to be quiet.
8:45pm: Continue P90X3 in silence because Matt (who is fighting off a cold) has gone to bed.
9:00pm: Eat dinner. Leftover pork chops and mashed potatoes from last Friday. No meal planning here tonight.
9:15pm: Make lunches for me and Mason.
9:45pm: Check on the kids and get ready for bed.
10:30pm: Taylor is awake to nurse.
11:00pm: Get a drink and go back to bed.
11:15pm: Taylor is awake again and fussing so I go in to give her the pacifier. Stand there for a few minutes until I am sure she is asleep.
11:30pm: Back to bed.
11:45pm: Repeat 11:15pm and 11:30pm twice more, finally getting back to bed at 12:30am.
3:30am: Taylor is awake to nurse.
4:00am: Back to bed.
4:15am: Hear Taylor fussing and nearly have a mental breakdown in fear that this is going to continue until the other two kids are up.
4:30am: Praise God that either Taylor went back to sleep or that I slept through her fussing and she self-soothed.
6:00am: Alarm goes off and I get up to get ready for work before the kids wake up.
6:30am: Marlee is up first and wants to watch Dora on my iPhone, however has lost technology privileges due to the previous night's tantrum throwing. Another tantrum begins.
7:00am: Mason is up and happily cozies up on the couch quietly with a blanket and awaits breakfast.
7:15am: After a rousing game of "My Legs Don't Work and I Can't Get Dressed" with Marlee, I head to the kitchen to make French toast.
7:30am: The big kids are sitting at the table eating breakfast, Matt appears from the bedroom to turn on the coffee maker, and Taylor announces she is awake and would also like breakfast.
8:00am: Matt goes to work, Taylor rests in the baby swing while Mason entertains her, Marlee decides she is doing her own hair today (WHY didn't a take a picture?!) I blend a quick smoothie for breakfast.
8:15am: Load up the car.
8:30am: Head out to drop off the girls at daycare. Mason stays home with Matt, who takes him to school.
9:15am: Arrive at work. I'll spare you the details but let's just say this involves a project I was volunteered for, a going-away luncheon, and three one-on-ones with my Medela.
6:00pm: Log off and head home.
And it all starts again. Usually Taylor sleeps better. Most of the time Marlee's tantrums fizzle out after a half hour. More often than not, Matt helps out. Normally I am not sooo tired.
James Dobson's The New Strong Willed Child to take to work with me. I'm only a chapter or two in and am resisting my urge to skip to the "answers" part where it outlines specifically how I am supposed to handle this child in a way that glorifies God. Already, the mothers interviewed in the book speak to my heart. Their stories make me laugh-- and cry. I know we have so much more we are going to deal with as Marlee grows (and grows stronger!)
It's only a season... this time when they are small goes so quickly, and yet not quickly enough. Matt is staring at me here in bed, asking why I'm blogging and not sleeping. I explain it's like journaling, and he goes back to watching Duck Dynasty on the iPad. In a year, 5 years, 20 years, I want to be able to look back and remember. Each season will have its own challenges and joys, I'm praying now I'll take the time to enjoy all of them.