The evening rush

October 21, 2009 | Uncategorized

4 p.m. - Leave work, try to find something on the radio to listen to on my hour-long commute home. Switch radio stations every other song.

5 p.m. - Get home finally and only by the grace of God.

5:15 p.m. - I gotta pee.

5:20 p.m. - Start dinner. Thank the Lord I took something out the night before to thaw.

5:30 p.m. - Dinner’s bubbling on the stove, I take a minute to change out of my work clothes, check the mail, voicemail, work e-mail, etc.

5:45 p.m. - My family comes home. My daughter brings in their lunch boxes and hands them to me. She calls me “Lady.” I don’t know if I like this or not. My son barrels into the house like a tornado and I visibly tense up when I hear him rounding the corner. My husband comes in, tired-looking, gives me a slight nod and then heads straight to the fridge for a snack, regardless of the fact that dinner IS ALMOST READY. Like, “let me just get a plate” ready.

6 p.m. - We eat dinner.

6:04 p.m. - I’m done.

6:05 p.m. - Ow, heartburn!

6:15 p.m. - The hubby and kids are done.

6:30 p.m. - Cleaning up because the table, floor, high chair, chairs, kids are all a mess.

6:45 p.m. - Load dishes in the dishwasher. (On a good day - on a bad day, those dishes might be sitting for a while. Which is totally lazy. I know.)

7:00 p.m. - IT IS TIME FOR THESE KIDS TO GO TO BED. No? Oh.

7:15 p.m. - Playing games, reading books, a few after dinner snacks and drinks.

7:30 p.m. - Bath, get lotioned up, reading, GOOD NIGHT KIDS!

8 p.m. - Cleaning up so the house doesn’t look a mess in the morning.

8:45 p.m. - Writing, doing freelance work, blogging, replying to comments (Did you know I try to reply to every comment you all leave me? I’m considerate like that…)

11:30 p.m. - Try to go to bed. Curl up with magazine or hubby.

Midnight - PASSED.OUT.

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  • Mrs. W said:

    i won’t even atempt to do this for myself because it will look insane….so i’ll just say “yikes!” at yours, lolol :-)

  • Yakini said:

    The life of a mommy is soooo busy, isn’t it? Sheesh, reading this made my head spin - but my household/routine isn’t so diferent!

    lol @ ure hubby reaching for a snack just before dinner. oooh, that gets under my skin when my dh does that. im like, dude, just WAIT. dinner is almost done! lol

  • Darcie - Such The Spot said:

    I’d be PASSED. OUT. after a day like that too! How you can stay up ’til nearly midnight is seriously beyond me. I try like heck to make it to bed by 9:30. Ten at the latest. But then again, that baby I had when I was 16 is 15 herself now and she has taken over dinner dishes, so that frees up a lot of my time.

    I just wanted to say hey. I’m Darcie. We’ll be meeting this weekend at Walt Disney World! I’m on the Disney World Moms panel and I get to hang out with all you fabulous bloggers! Can’t wait to say hi in person!

    P.S. We have a lot in common; I was a young mommy too!

  • Tara (author) said:

    @Darcie - Hi there! :) Can’t wait to meet you! And no, I don’t know how i stay up to midnight (ot later) most nights. It wears me out….I NEED this trip to Disney!

  • Cee Cee said:

    What I hate even more than my husband eating snacks right before dinner is when I haven’t finished cooking yet, and he sneaks in the kitchen when I go to the bathroom or soemthing and makes a huge plate of chicken, and then when dinner is finished he’s not hungry anymore. run-on…I know.

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