Eddie and I love the series 24. We've been eagerly anticipating the series premiere, and spent Sunday and Monday nights glued to the tv. Jack Bauer's has days that are impossibly adrenaline-driven and much more stressful and interesting than my days could ever be. The last 24 hours of my life are a pretty good example. Nothing bad or even noteworthy happened in the last 24 hours, but if I had remembered how hands (boobs)-on the parenting is in the first few months, I might not have been quite as impatient to get pregnant last year.
12:00pm yesterday- rush home from the store to wait for the cable guy
12:05 feed Isaac
12:10 feed the baby
12:30-1:30 walk around with the baby as she screams for apparently no reason
1:30-2:30 fold laundry
2:30 feed the baby
3:00 big kids home from school, feed them a snack and then... (yep, you guessed it...)
3:30 feed the baby
5:15 cable man shows up while I am feeding the baby (Eddie calls just prior to the cable guy's arrival. He asks me what I'm doing and my answer is, "Breaking up a lightsaber battle while wiping a poopy butt, with a baby attached to my boob." I wonder if Jack Bauer could multitask like that?).
6:00 make dinner one handed while I bounce the fussy baby
6:30 cable man walks into our room to check the cable box and wakes up the sleeping baby; listen to Eddie walk with the screaming baby as I bathe the other kids
7:00, 9:00 feed the baby
9:20 fall asleep on the couch
12:00am feed the baby
4:00 send Eddie in to sleep with Annie (who had a bad dream) because I am feeding the baby
6:30 try to feed the baby before getting the kids up for school, end up feeding her with a toddler on one side and a preschooler on the other
7:00-8:45 get kids dressed, fed, drive carpool, run on the treadmill, do abs work, shower
8:45 feed the baby (Isaac tells me to "put away your belly" as I feed her and he wants me to change his diaper)
9:30 make grocery list, run to Target with three kids in tow
11:00 arrive home with a screaming baby. Feed her.
11:30 put away the thawing groceries
12:00 do it all over again
She is adorable, and growing and so much fun, but I spend so much of my day feeding that it's amazing I get anything else done. Many days I don't. Yesterday the extent of my productivity (other than feeding Maren) came in folding four loads of laundry (there's still one in the dryer) and in making grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner.
If you're a little slow on the math, I fed Maren 11 times in the last 24 hours. Each feeding takes an average off 30 minutes (she's a pretty fast nurser), which means that I spend between 5-6 hours of EACH DAY nursing. That works out to just about 40 hours a week, or the equivalent of a full-time job. I doubt FOX would pick up a series in which 11 episodes consisted mainly of me baring my breasts, but the Playboy channel might, if only I had better boobs and a less repulsive tummy.
--originally published 1/19/07
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