I wish I could say that the long, drawn-out process below is rare for us, but getting all of my home responsibilities accomplished takes a second full work day many times. A peek into the life of a working mother the last 14 hours before getting out of town for a couple of days:
I get home after working a little late getting caught up before being out of town the rest of the week. I walk in and there is an adorable two-year-old eagerly waiting to be picked up and loved on and a three-year-old running up half-naked. I’m not sure why she isn’t wearing a shirt, but I carry her and give her a hug, too.
Cleve is graciously cooking dinner for the family when I arrive home - spaghetti and meatballs. He is such a great cook, and I am a blessed woman that he cooks one or two nights a week for us when he really doesn’t have to. He’s even busier than I am with his own work and ministry.
After a quick, yummy dinner and a few more cuddles while sneaking in a few minutes of the Braves game, it’s time to get busy.
Start one load of laundry. Start packing. Call Grandmama because Cleve and the kids haven’t talked to her in a while. Bath time. Chase fully naked children around the house to get them in pajamas. One kid in bed - late.
After a puking incident a couple of days earlier, I finally have the bedding re-washed, so it’s time to re-make Cy’s bed from the box springs all the way to comforter as I put the big kids to bed. All kids in bed (way past their “bedtime”).
Fold laundry that was leftover from the weekend. Start a second load for the night. Give Cleve feedback on a project for work.
Go to the grocery store, yes, grocery store, to get some necessities so the kids actually have something to eat this week in our absence. And I need snacks for Warner’s preschool class because it’s his week to bring snacks for all of his friends. Fill the car up with gas so that Laura can drive the kids around for the next two days. Stop by the ATM to deposit a check and get a little cash. Get home, take the trashcan to the road because it will be picked up tomorrow. Put the groceries up and prep the snacks.
Finish a freelance project, finish the last load of laundry, and lay out the kids clothes for the next day. Start one last load of laundry for good measure. Proof a video for the retreat. Answer any last minute, important emails. Set my out-of-office assistant on my work email. All while catching up on Revolution with my sister so that she won’t watch it without me while we’re gone.
Try to head to bed. Cleve is still working. Set a ton of reminders on my phone so that I don’t forget the million little things I need to do in the morning. Plug the iPad in because I’ll probably need it to keep Warner busy while I take a shower in the morning. As I do this, I notice Cleve’s drink is sweating and making a mess on the nightstand. Cleaning it up, I attempt to pass the cup to him. Naturally, the cup slips and splashes sweet tea on Cleve, the bed, the nightstand, and all over the wall. I’m never going to bed.
I attempt to go to bed with lights still on and Cleve finishing some things. My eyes start to close, and here it comes. Crying from upstairs. Cy is having terrible ‘growing pains’ in his leg. Cleve, again, very graciously goes upstairs to make him feel better and get him stop crying. What a great daddy!
—insert 4.5 hours of sleep—
Alarm goes off. Warner wakes up. After the commotion with the drink, I realize the iPad was never actually plugged up. 1% battery. Plug it up while Warner watches some Dora on it. Get ready.
Write a note to my mother for a Mother’s Day package going in the mail today. Finish packing. Get Warner dressed and get him breakfast. Put that last load of laundry in the dryer.
Big kids wake up. Get them breakfast. Write preschool tuition check and get the final payment for our June vacation prepared so that it’s sent in on time. Make a list of things that must be done around the house for Laura.
[Supposed to be leaving the house.] Finish last minute clean up, packing, loading the car, tell the kids goodbye as Laura is now responsible for getting the big kids dressed and all three kids to preschool by 9 a.m. We’re finally pulling out of the driveway at 7:50 a.m. - 20 minutes late.
I am so grateful to be on a two day retreat with The Summit Church staff. Seriously, what a wonderful chance to refocus in the mountains for 48 hours. It’s totally worth it but time for a nice long nap.
“Be still, and know that I am God.” -Psalm 46:10