As of late, my evenings after work have looked a little something like this… I get home with Magnolia, unpack our things, and throw everything onto our dining room table, which for some reason looks less and less like a table and more and more like a never ending pile of crap. Once a week I’m pretty good about redistributing everything on the table into various laundry baskets in order to take them to their appropriate place in the house, but the table returns to its pile of random crap status pretty quickly.
Once we’re settled in, Magnolia plays in her play area while I put on PJ’s and figure out a plan for dinner. Some days I am extremely excited and grateful to come home to a slow cooker meal I set up that morning, but most nights I try to find a combination of things from our veggie drawer, freezer, and pantry in order to throw together a quick dinner. Convenience has taken over my life.
Neal arrives home, takes Theodore out for a walk, and plays with Magnolia until dinner is ready. Most nights we eat dinner together, get everything cleaned up, and then start Magnolia’s bed time routine together. I’m on bath, diaper, and PJ duty most nights, but Neal has been taking over when I reach zombie state earlier than expected. Neal is on Curious George, story time, and teeth brushing duty and by 8PM, Magnolia is in bed and we’re free to relax for the rest of the night.
9 times out of 10, I lay down on the couch, try my hardest to stay up to watch whatever show is on at 9PM, but fall asleep within 15 or 20 minutes of lying down on the couch. If I grab a blanket and lay down, Neal knows I’ll be out for the count within minutes, despite my goal of staying up. Most nights, Neal works on his new book and then wakes me up to head upstairs between 11PM and midnight.
These past few months I haven’t gotten a whole lot done after work. I haven’t cleaned the house, I haven’t done laundry, I haven’t blogged, and I haven’t watched much TV. These past few months I’ve accepted what my body needs, sleep, and I’ve learned that everything gets done… eventually.
I have a feeling, the older I get, the older my kids get, and the more kids I have, I’ll be going to bed earlier and earlier and will be getting less and less done at night… and I’m ok with that! To all the women and moms who end their day exhausted… I feel you!
The highlight of this week for Neal and I came Wednesday night. We had gone through our (new) normal routine and Neal woke me up around 11:30PM to head upstairs to go to bed. I “woke up” and this played out, according to Neal…
Neal: I’m going to bed. Do you want to come upstairs too?
Ashley: No, you go ahead. Just don’t take part of that girl up there with you.
Ashley: We’re taking Magnolia in to the doctor tomorrow. So don’t take another girl to the doctor tomorrow and come home with a different one.
Ashley: Don’t be a jerk.
Neal: I don’t understand what you’re saying.
Ashley: Maggie has nothing to do with the cable box.
From one exhausted mom to another, happy Friday!! I hope you get some great rest this weekend and start your work week on Monday recharged and refreshed!