I’m not feeling very inspired to write anything interesting today, so I’ll just recap my day for you fine folks! It’s not often I have a full day of 1-on-1 time with the little guy, so it was different and special enough for me anyway.
6:45am. I wake up to the sound of an almost five-year-old screaming “ANYONE!” This is my son’s standard morning greeting. He typically says it when he thinks we’re working out downstairs. I had warned him last night that I might be on the treadmill when he woke up, so to check downstairs if I wasn’t in my room. Spoiler alert: I was not on the treadmill when he woke up. I was in my bed. He usually knocks ominously three times before barging in when he’s awake. I can’t decide which form of waking up I prefer.
7-9:30am. Breakfast, TV and tantrum time. Waffles and bialies for breakfast this morning. For a hot second my Keurig wasn’t working and I was stressing big time how I was going to get caffeine in. If I don’t have it by 9:30, headaches and The Hulk come to play. We watched some PBS Kids and CBS Sunday Morning like cultured people. Then it was time to get ready for swimming. As much as I prepped him for this yesterday, the inevitable freak out ensued. He is terrified of swimming and hates his swimming lessons. We’re trying to get him to at least tolerate the water before camp this summer, but it’s been a struggle. Spoiler alert: We did not make it to swimming.
10am. We leave to walk to Julius Meinl, one of the best places in Chicago to meet some people for brunch. While only 4 blocks away, it will take about 20 minutes because there’s lots to see. We spent five minutes observing a worm in a puddle. The kid asks if he can bring it to school to show his teachers. I tell him that he cannot. We settle on a picture/video. On the walk, we talk about going for a run in the jogging stroller in the afternoon. He seems game.
10:30am. Brunch and more coffee. I get the baked eggs with basil, onions and goat cheese, with sourdough toast and the best coffee. Coop gets a blueberry poppyseed scone with peach jelly. We are very cultured. We also both take way more of our friend’s french toast than is socially acceptable because we are animals.
I posted these on my Instagram story first… Thus the captions.
12pm. We head on over to visit the recently opened Amazon Books! If I’m buying a hard copy, I try to buy from an independent bookstore, but I also do buy a lot on my Kindle so I was curious to see what the fuss was about. It was pretty neat! Good selection of books, good presentation, decent kids section. You can pay by scanning a bar code and showing it to the cashier, allowing you to basically pay with your online Amazon account and get your Prime discounts. I was into it. There were some weird and obnoxious book selections though…
1pm. After a leasurely walk home, we decided to tackle the afternoon. I change really fast and get the jogging stroller set up for a run outside. HA! Just kidding, that obviously didn’t happen. Do you know what did happen? We read books. Real talk: it’s probably one of my favorite things to do with him. If reading to him now sets him up to be a lifelong reader and lover of books, I’ll consider this parenting thing a job well done.
2pm. I can tell he’s a little beat so I turn something on TV that will most certainly knock him out. Chicago By Boat, hosted by Geoffrey Baer on the PBS app on Apple TV. You guys want to put an almost five year old to sleep? Put on a Chicago architecture program hosted by Geoffrey Baer. It literally works every time.
2-3pm. With Coop knocked out I read and get some work done. I keep the Chicago show on because these programs are incredibly watchable and I regularly say “huh!” aloud when I learn something new. We love these shows so much that we donated $300 to PBS so The Hubs and I can go on an architecture boat tour with Geoffrey Baer this summer. As my kid would say “I’m not kidding!”
3-5:30pm. I’m hitting my stride with some work I need to get done when he wakes up, so I throw him on the computer for some PBS Kids games. He asks if we can keep the Chicago show on (it’s 2 hours). I say “Obviously.” After about 30 minutes the computer game goes off with some protest. He asks to do a Lego dump. A Lego dump is when we roll out a rug and literally dump his entire box of thousands of Lego pieces on to it so he can make an infinite amount of fighter killer bad guy people. I say fine, as long as he plays upstairs by himself for a bit while I finish up my work. He says “Yup! I can do that!” He lasts 20 minutes before coming down. I consider this a win. We talk as I multitask to wrap things up.
5:30pm. I MADE MYSELF DINNER TONIGHT! After ordering way too much pizza last night, I made myself a healthy bowl of farro (made on the stove), broccoli (steamed in the microwave), mixed with beans, salt, pepper and salsa. It was delicious! I made my kid a hummus sandwich with some brocolli on the side. I also give him some farro to try. I tell him that he can have some Trader Joe’s gummies if he tries the farro. #Parenting. I get him to eat it by feeding it to him with the airplane method like a baby. He tries more than I expect him to.
6:30pm. We’re hanging on the couch listening to some music on Spotify. I refuse to listen to kids music if I can help it. As a result, my kid’s favorite songs are I Can’t Feel My Face by The Weeknd, Boom Clap by CharliXCX and Alexander Hamilton from the musical. I feel totally okay about this.
7pm. I tell him its time to go upstairs. He does so with minimal complaint, which is surprising because we’re way under the normal ratio of freakouts for the day. When I tell him its time to clean up his Lego dump, he predictably loses it and meets his freakout quota for the day. I set a five minute timer. It doesn’t work. We negotiate. He really just doesn’t want to totally put everything away so he can play with the Legos in the morning. The only reason I agree to this is because I need something to distract him when I get ready for work tomorrow morning since I’m still on my own. I foresee a freakout when I tell him its time to go to school and to step away from the Legos. This is tomorrow morning’s problem.
7:15pm. Teeth are brushed. PJs are on. We skip bath tonight because he had a really good one last night and I’m all about not trying to ruin this good thing we have going on today. Reading a Magic School Bus chapter book about whales. I agree to read a second chapter because the first one was only two pages. This makes me feel like mom of the year. I mentally prepare myself to run on the treadmill after he’s asleep.
7:30-7:40pm. The “I’m scared, kiss and hug, cuddle, did you know that [insert fun fact here]” dance commences. It was relatively minor tonight as I agreed to hang and cuddle for a few. People say to enjoy these moments because they don’t last forever, and I totally get that. But I also really really like when my kid goes to sleep.
7:40-8pm. Lounge in bed checking shit on my phone. Mentally preparing to run on the treadmill. Spoiler alert: I did not run on the treadmill. I am already hungry because sometimes healthy food is not filling. I eat a PB&J bar from TJs.
8pm-now. Pour myself a glass of wine, throw my kid’s laundry in, put some food away, laugh at the dishes in the sink and the likelihood I’ll actually do them, write this post.
Now-10pm or so. Read, watch reruns of 2 Broke Girls and the start of Seinfeld. Mentally prepare to run on the treadmill in the morning. THIS TIME IT WILL HAPPEN.
So that was my day. And it was awesome.