Being a parent can be a full time job for those of you that stay at home or work at home with your children. Having a regular office job along with being a parent can be like working the day shift and the night shift. This is fairly typical of the night shift for me.
4:00 p.m. – The whistle blows and Genuine must clock in.
4:06 p.m. – Genuine leaves the parking lot for the ½ hour commute to home.
4:12 p.m. – Contact Mrs. G to determine what it is that we are having for supper so that Genuine may start it once Genuine comes through the front door. On this night, we have no idea, and we both negotiate to see who is going to cook. A stalemate of the discussion results in an overwhelming vote for Arby’s.
4:31 p.m. – A call is placed to Mrs. G to provide a traffic report and to let her know Genuine just nearly witnessed a motorcycle accident. The pile of laundry in the median was actually the motorcycle rider. The highway would be closed by the time Mrs. G was at that point. She would need to take the long way home.
5:26 p.m. – Call from Mrs. G to advise that the long way is still the long way.
6:01 p.m. - Mrs G. pulls into the driveway, and dinner is ready (that is, as soon as we can get it out of the bag).
6:23 p.m. – The negotiations begin with Genuine Girl and Boy about dessert. The 7th time of asking Genuine Boy to finish his food is met with “I don’t want it!”
6:34 p.m. – As Genuine begins to clean up Genuine Boy’s mess of French Fries and Chicken Nuggets, he screams, “Nooooo! I want it!” followed by more negotiations of dessert and details of playing with the neighbors after we eat supper.
6:50 p.m. – Genuine Girl asks permission to play with the neighbors. Permission is granted with the proviso that she must first ask the neighbor’s mother if it is okay to play with the neighbors.
6:59 p.m. – Assuming permission was granted by neighbor for Genuine Girl to play next door, Genuine goes to check on the status of whether neighborhood is still safe. Upon reaching the front door Genuine notices that Genuine Girl is not at neighbors where permission was asked, but is at neighbor’s house further up the street, playing with a bike that is not hers. Genuine must investigate. Meanwhile, Genuine Boy runs from the house to original neighbor’s house to play with neighbor’s children. Genuine walks to front of neighbor’s house when he hears Genuine Boy crying because neighbors are eating dinner and he has been turned away, which is also why Genuine Girl is down the street.
7:01 p.m. – Genuine Boy is screaming and crying in the front yard, lying face down in the grass. He then sees Genuine Girl playing on neighbor number 2’s bike and decides that he would rather play on bike. An argument ensues followed by Daddy mediating and then making all children return home, as play time is now over. This is followed by arduous objections and more negotiations.
7:15 p.m. – Fashion Show begins. Genuine Girl is having pictures taken at school the following day and an outfit must be determined to best fit the first kindergarten class pictures.
8:01 p.m. – Fashion Show continues as Mommy and Daddy cannot seem to agree on ensemble. Daddy throws hands up and grabs Genuine Boy for the death march to bed. Protests begin and a horsey ride to the bathroom is negotiated.
8:04 p.m. – Genuine Boy argues with Daddy about how much toothpaste to put on the toothbrush. Teeth are then brushed, and ritual acrobatic jump off the counter into Daddy’s outstretched arms is performed.
8:12 p.m. - Genuine Boy is put to bed. He is unusually quiet and seems to want to sleep.
8:17 p.m. - Mrs. G and Genuine Girl are discussing the finer points of getting ready for bed, and although I’m not sure, it sounded as if there were still some negotiations going on about wardrobe selection.
8:36 p.m. – Genuine Girl is put to bed and the party in the room with Genuine Boy begins. Threat number one is issued to Genuine children to go to bed or else.
8:38 p.m. – Genuine threatens children to go to bed, or else.
8:43 pm. – Genuine grants permission for all Genuine children to go to the potty, then herds children back to bed after another round of kisses goodnight.
9:12 p.m. – Numerous attempts have been made to make children settle down and go to sleep., After turning the computer over to Mrs. G to begin her answering of emails, Genuine grabs book and due to the hint of being tired, heads to bedroom with book.
9:36 p.m. – Genuine last looks at the clock before miracle of all miracles drifts off to sleep.
10:15 p.m. – A fight breaks out between Genuine Girl and Mrs. G over the finer points of going to sleep followed by shouting and door slamming. So much for falling asleep early.
10:19 p.m. – Reinforcements are called in to the situation to squelch the uprising of the natives. At this point the threats no longer work, it is time for action. Loud father voice is summoned from deep within.
10:31 p.m. – Silence is golden. Finishing up emails, Genuine then heads to bed to see if 9:36 sleep pattern is still a possibility.
12:42 a.m. – Sleep was not in the cards for Genuine and this was the last he looked at the clock before finally drifting off to bed.
2:11 a.m. Genuine Baby begins to scream as if someone was trying to brand him with a hot poker. Mrs. G heads to kitchen to get a warm bottle as apparently he believes it is time for a midnight snack. Genuine informs Genuine Baby that midnight was more than 2 hours previous. Genuine Baby continues with protests. Genuine wonders if he should not go ahead an blog this.
3:42 a.m. - Genuine drift off to wonderful dream land holding Mrs. G and all is good with the world.
4:11 a.m. – Genuine Baby decides that 2 hour late midnight snack just was not quite enough. Mrs. G and Genuine both take potty breaks.
5:00 a.m. – Alarm sounds and snooze button pushed, and Mrs. G. begins breast pumping.
5:09 a.m. – Snooze button pushed, Mrs. G gets into the shower.
5:18 a.m. - Snooze button pushed.
5:26 a.m. Genuine enters shower and begins to clock in for day job.
Thank God for day jobs.
Boy can I remember those days only I didn't have a Genuine helping out. Hubby had it figured out that anything to do with the kids or INSIDE the house (and outside during active crop seasons) was the job of the lady of the house. The lady who also had a full time job mind you!
Been there, done that. It is exhausting, mentally and physically. You guys need Friday to recharge...
I have said it before and I will say it again (and I'm sure you will agree) - when you have kids its actually a vacation to be able to leave the house and go to work!!!!!! Hang in there, I've been there (hell, I still am- remember my kids are 8, 6 and 5). : )
actually, I was beginning to worry WHO was taking care of G Baby as he was not mentioned until 2:11 am! Thought you got a nanny!
Wow. I thought I was tired! You've inspired me. I'm going to post the Skatemom household schedule in a minute.
Friday night let the love fest (AKA the sleeping fest) begin...until of course Saturday morning!! LOL!
You could make a TV show out of this. I feel your pain, somewhat. The wife stays home, so I get out of the dinner thing, but I also sit in traffic for 1 1/2 hours each way each day, so I get a little reprieve. We start the bed time thing at 8:15 and the last of the 3 goes to sleep somewhere around 10:30 to 10:45. Numours trips up the stairs, the yelling and then the baby waking up in the middle of the night sucks, but it does get better, he doesn't wake up as often as he used to.
Thank god for you husbands who help out! Don't worry, Genuine Baby will start sleeping through the night sooner or later...then maybe you'll have time for some "intimate relations!"
If he sleeps through the night at my house...should I not tell you? LOL
Ok, my version is up now. Genuine still wins for most exhausting, though. SEeing it all written down makes me think I need to quit whining!
What a night. I can so sympathize with you, since Genuine Baby and my baby appear to be sending each other wake up signals telepathically.
Here's hoping you get some good sleep, among other things, tomorrow night.
(Of course, I meant a good dinner. And dessert.)
What, no nookie? Where's the nookie?
(if it helps, repeat the line using the little old lady's voice from the Where's the Beef commercials)
Once again you make me glad my children are grown. Of course MY Night shift might soon turn into:
12:00am check to see if MsKnow is home
12:01am check to see if MsKnow is home
12:02am check to see if MsKnow is know
etc
Luckily she's not hit that stage yet.
Remember that these are precious days that you will look back on with incredible pride and wistful happiness. The time you are putting into your family cannot be replaced, refilled, or revisited. Each day you spend with your children is gone as soon as their heads settle into their pillows and their eyes close for the night. You cannot have them back, and all you can hope for are more experiences exactly like these impossible, wonderful and exhausting days that seem to tear us further and further from the selfish, self-involved creatures we once were. The hours we spend with our children point us toward some glistening and never-before-imagined place where all we care about is the health, happiness and well-being of someone besides ourselves. The rewards of your love and effort will reverberate across the span of your life like leaves tumbling off a giant maple in October . . . they will seem beautiful and limitless.
Do you want one of my "cruel" mommy tricks? Every time one of my children gets out of bed for a non-valid reason (potty is about the only one I'll allow when I'm frustrated), they go to bed 10 minutes earlier the next night. The follow through is important, threats are like holey buckets otherwise. A strict bedtime (8pm here) is the only reason I'm still sane. Really, I'm not joking.
geeeeessssssssshhh
I help out too. its not like you have to do EVERYTHING. Do I just sound like the nagging complaining wife? yeah, well I'm tired.
Come on Friday!!
You two deserve this break tonight, more than I realized. GAH!!
Have a GREAT time!! Hope you get caught up on some sleep - and other *activities*. ;-) Woohoo!
I feel for ya! Hopefully the long holiday weekend will mean some rest and relaxation for you and Mrs. G.
You have to hurt to understand.
You have to get by the best you can.
You have to hurt.
You have to cry
to understand love and the reasons why.
-Carly Simon
Romans 8:28 (KJV!)
Keep up your courage, King G.