A Day in the Life of a Domestic Goddess
I got an article I wrote published on Punky Moms. Check it out
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A Day in the Life of a Domestic Goddess
Written by Layla
The following events take place on Tuesday January 2nd 2007
9:30 AM
I woke to the sound of the garbage truck and quickly realize that I forget to clean out the fridge. Last weeks leftovers won’t be making it to this week’s trash. I jump out of bed and look out the window hoping it’s the recycling truck and not the trash truck. The trash is gone and the recycling is still there, however it’s not where I left it. It’s scattered all over the street and on two different lawns. There are gift boxes and junk mail everywhere. I put Winter in her crib, a place she seldom visits, and she starts screaming as I run outside. I can hear her wailing as I pick up the gift boxes and junk mail that are strewn about. I try my best to put everything back in the torn bag but the wind keeps blowing everything away. I manage to get it a nice pile against the telephone pole and run back inside.
I nurse Winter for a bit and she calms down. I then put her in her high chair and try my best to feed her breakfast. She’s a bit reluctant and would rather jump off her chair then eat breakfast. Breakfast ends in tears. Once I calmed her down I do some dishes. Then I nurse her for a bit while I go online. She falls asleep.
About 11:00
I Look outside. The recycling still hadn’t been picked up, the wind however has, and I have great concern for my delicate pile of junk mail and gift boxes that were resting against a telephone pole. I try not to think about it. I decided to take advantage of naptime time by cleaning the bathroom. I buckle a sleeping Winter into her car seat and begin battle with the mildew on the shower curtain. I was in the midst of suffering a great defeat when I had the brilliant idea of throwing the shower curtain in the wash. For reasons I will never really understand I decided to do the same to the outside curtain too. In hindsight I realize this was a horrible decision. Upon retrieval from the washing machine I notice that nice new shower curtain, the one I love so much. The one that matches the rug and various bathroom nick knacks now looks like a faded wrinkled old sheet. I know this should bother me as much as it does, but it does. The inside curtain however was now free of mildew. The battle was won.
Around Noon
Recycling still hasn’t been picked up. I call the company responsible for collecting it and they tell me it’s a different driver today who may be doing a different route. The woman on the phone assures me that at some point today the recycling will be picked up. Winter is still asleep. I decide to clean the kitchen and mop the floor. The fact that she is still asleep and I can accomplish this makes me happy. The fact that I’m happy about being able to clean also makes me a bit sad. My main concern is that if she wakes up she will start crying and I’ll be standing in the middle of a disassembled kitchen covered in cleaning chemicals. I hate picking her up when I’m this toxic. I know she will wake up and start crying before I finishes so I devise a plan to prevent this calamity. I move her in front of the TV and put on a movie. Hoping when she wakes up she would be distracted by the television.
I clean the kitchen and mop the floor just as I was finishing I went to put the kitchen rug in the wash and I noticed she was awake and watching the movie.
2:00
I look out my window and see a stray gift box lying in the street and some junk mail floating in the breeze. I tell myself I’m going to go outside and grab them just as soon as I get a chance. I completely forget about it and take a shower. Everyday my goal is to have a nice relaxing shower. However not every goal is attainable. I rush though my shower, hoping that the hot water doesn’t run out and that my baby doesn’t have some sort of melt down. Most times I take her in the bathroom with me while I shower and she tends to get a bit bored. Before I could rinse my hair the water started running cold, but Winter remained calm.
As I’m getting dressed I try on five different shirts. They all make me look fat. In a moment of self pity I hear the recycling truck. I remember that there are some things still scattered about that I forgot all about. I’d love to run down and grab them before the truck gets to my house but being as I’m now half dressed it is no longer an option. Then the landlord knocks at the door I quickly finished getting dressed and grab the rent money and give it to him.
About 3:00
I put Winter in her highchair and attempt lunch. It doesn’t go well. Winter hates mangos. Afterwards she plays in her room while I sit in the rocking chair trying to inflate a giant rubber ducky. It’s her new bath tub. It’s big, yellow and goes quack when you squeeze it’s big orange bill. Winter keeps playing with it as I blow it up one small breath at a time.
Soon it’s bath time. Winter splashes around in her new tub while I take cute pictures. Soon she tries standing up in her new tub and bath time is over. For about 15 minutes I chase a naked, giggling baby around the apartment until she finally has all her clothes on.
4:30
Dan comes home for work. I nurse Winter and she falls asleep. I have a bowl of soup. It’s the first thing I’ve eaten all day. Dan is in the bedroom playing Zelda. Winter is taking a nap and I finally have some free time. Then it occurs to me that it a bit late for Winter to be napping, but I can’t bring myself to wake her up. I decide I need to go to the store and get some food. I ask to borrow Dan’s truck and I beg him to watch the baby while I run to the supermarket.
6:30
I gather up the baby, put her in her car seat and we head to the store in Dan’s truck. When we arrive at the store I pull Winter’s car seat carrier out of the truck. While I’m doing this I knock it into a case of Guinness and a beer flies out, bursts open and sprays everywhere. Nice. Now we are covered in beer. I’m livid, I call Dan so I can bitch and complain. He doesn’t answer. He is playing Zelda. Now I used to work at this store. As I walk through the doors I’m hoping not to see anyone I know and if I do I’m hoping they don’t smell that can of beer that was just splashed all over me.
As I wander the isles Winter is looking cute and babbling up a storm. At one point she starts to get fussy. I hand her a can of frosting to play with. It calms her down. Five minutes later she throws it on the ground. The plastic lid shatters. I quietly pick it, put on the shelf and walk away.
Around 8:00
I get home. Dan’s still playing Zelda. I’m so hungry I start eating before I unload all the groceries. Winter sits on the floor and is taking things out the bags and tearing them open. Afterwards I feed her dinner. I give her one of her favorites, sweet potatoes. She finishes up and my vegetarian buffalo wings are ready to come out of the oven. Winter plays on the floor with an oven mitt while I continue to eat. I try my new ranch dressing and realize I like it about as much as Winter likes mangos.
Around 9:00
I throw some laundry in the washing machine. Then I get my daughter dressed in her pajamas and we play on the floor in her room. Later I read her a few fur covered book about shapes and lions. Then I take her in the bedroom lie down and nurse her, I want her to fall asleep but she keeps wiggling around and popping up to watch Zelda, I take her in her room, turn out the lights, rock and nurse her till she falls asleep.
11:00
Dan and Winter are both asleep. I throw the laundry in the dryer and then wash some dishes.
12AM
Winter wakes up I nurse her back to sleep
1:00
She wake up again, I nurse her but she doesn’t go back to sleep. I strap her to my chest and carry her around with me hoping she falls back to sleep.
Eventually she does go to sleep and at some point I will too.
Tomorrow I will be doing this exact same thing all over again.
here or down below.
A Day in the Life of a Domestic Goddess
Written by Layla
The following events take place on Tuesday January 2nd 2007
9:30 AM
I woke to the sound of the garbage truck and quickly realize that I forget to clean out the fridge. Last weeks leftovers won’t be making it to this week’s trash. I jump out of bed and look out the window hoping it’s the recycling truck and not the trash truck. The trash is gone and the recycling is still there, however it’s not where I left it. It’s scattered all over the street and on two different lawns. There are gift boxes and junk mail everywhere. I put Winter in her crib, a place she seldom visits, and she starts screaming as I run outside. I can hear her wailing as I pick up the gift boxes and junk mail that are strewn about. I try my best to put everything back in the torn bag but the wind keeps blowing everything away. I manage to get it a nice pile against the telephone pole and run back inside.
I nurse Winter for a bit and she calms down. I then put her in her high chair and try my best to feed her breakfast. She’s a bit reluctant and would rather jump off her chair then eat breakfast. Breakfast ends in tears. Once I calmed her down I do some dishes. Then I nurse her for a bit while I go online. She falls asleep.
About 11:00
I Look outside. The recycling still hadn’t been picked up, the wind however has, and I have great concern for my delicate pile of junk mail and gift boxes that were resting against a telephone pole. I try not to think about it. I decided to take advantage of naptime time by cleaning the bathroom. I buckle a sleeping Winter into her car seat and begin battle with the mildew on the shower curtain. I was in the midst of suffering a great defeat when I had the brilliant idea of throwing the shower curtain in the wash. For reasons I will never really understand I decided to do the same to the outside curtain too. In hindsight I realize this was a horrible decision. Upon retrieval from the washing machine I notice that nice new shower curtain, the one I love so much. The one that matches the rug and various bathroom nick knacks now looks like a faded wrinkled old sheet. I know this should bother me as much as it does, but it does. The inside curtain however was now free of mildew. The battle was won.
Around Noon
Recycling still hasn’t been picked up. I call the company responsible for collecting it and they tell me it’s a different driver today who may be doing a different route. The woman on the phone assures me that at some point today the recycling will be picked up. Winter is still asleep. I decide to clean the kitchen and mop the floor. The fact that she is still asleep and I can accomplish this makes me happy. The fact that I’m happy about being able to clean also makes me a bit sad. My main concern is that if she wakes up she will start crying and I’ll be standing in the middle of a disassembled kitchen covered in cleaning chemicals. I hate picking her up when I’m this toxic. I know she will wake up and start crying before I finishes so I devise a plan to prevent this calamity. I move her in front of the TV and put on a movie. Hoping when she wakes up she would be distracted by the television.
I clean the kitchen and mop the floor just as I was finishing I went to put the kitchen rug in the wash and I noticed she was awake and watching the movie.
2:00
I look out my window and see a stray gift box lying in the street and some junk mail floating in the breeze. I tell myself I’m going to go outside and grab them just as soon as I get a chance. I completely forget about it and take a shower. Everyday my goal is to have a nice relaxing shower. However not every goal is attainable. I rush though my shower, hoping that the hot water doesn’t run out and that my baby doesn’t have some sort of melt down. Most times I take her in the bathroom with me while I shower and she tends to get a bit bored. Before I could rinse my hair the water started running cold, but Winter remained calm.
As I’m getting dressed I try on five different shirts. They all make me look fat. In a moment of self pity I hear the recycling truck. I remember that there are some things still scattered about that I forgot all about. I’d love to run down and grab them before the truck gets to my house but being as I’m now half dressed it is no longer an option. Then the landlord knocks at the door I quickly finished getting dressed and grab the rent money and give it to him.
About 3:00
I put Winter in her highchair and attempt lunch. It doesn’t go well. Winter hates mangos. Afterwards she plays in her room while I sit in the rocking chair trying to inflate a giant rubber ducky. It’s her new bath tub. It’s big, yellow and goes quack when you squeeze it’s big orange bill. Winter keeps playing with it as I blow it up one small breath at a time.
Soon it’s bath time. Winter splashes around in her new tub while I take cute pictures. Soon she tries standing up in her new tub and bath time is over. For about 15 minutes I chase a naked, giggling baby around the apartment until she finally has all her clothes on.
4:30
Dan comes home for work. I nurse Winter and she falls asleep. I have a bowl of soup. It’s the first thing I’ve eaten all day. Dan is in the bedroom playing Zelda. Winter is taking a nap and I finally have some free time. Then it occurs to me that it a bit late for Winter to be napping, but I can’t bring myself to wake her up. I decide I need to go to the store and get some food. I ask to borrow Dan’s truck and I beg him to watch the baby while I run to the supermarket.
6:30
I gather up the baby, put her in her car seat and we head to the store in Dan’s truck. When we arrive at the store I pull Winter’s car seat carrier out of the truck. While I’m doing this I knock it into a case of Guinness and a beer flies out, bursts open and sprays everywhere. Nice. Now we are covered in beer. I’m livid, I call Dan so I can bitch and complain. He doesn’t answer. He is playing Zelda. Now I used to work at this store. As I walk through the doors I’m hoping not to see anyone I know and if I do I’m hoping they don’t smell that can of beer that was just splashed all over me.
As I wander the isles Winter is looking cute and babbling up a storm. At one point she starts to get fussy. I hand her a can of frosting to play with. It calms her down. Five minutes later she throws it on the ground. The plastic lid shatters. I quietly pick it, put on the shelf and walk away.
Around 8:00
I get home. Dan’s still playing Zelda. I’m so hungry I start eating before I unload all the groceries. Winter sits on the floor and is taking things out the bags and tearing them open. Afterwards I feed her dinner. I give her one of her favorites, sweet potatoes. She finishes up and my vegetarian buffalo wings are ready to come out of the oven. Winter plays on the floor with an oven mitt while I continue to eat. I try my new ranch dressing and realize I like it about as much as Winter likes mangos.
Around 9:00
I throw some laundry in the washing machine. Then I get my daughter dressed in her pajamas and we play on the floor in her room. Later I read her a few fur covered book about shapes and lions. Then I take her in the bedroom lie down and nurse her, I want her to fall asleep but she keeps wiggling around and popping up to watch Zelda, I take her in her room, turn out the lights, rock and nurse her till she falls asleep.
11:00
Dan and Winter are both asleep. I throw the laundry in the dryer and then wash some dishes.
12AM
Winter wakes up I nurse her back to sleep
1:00
She wake up again, I nurse her but she doesn’t go back to sleep. I strap her to my chest and carry her around with me hoping she falls back to sleep.
Eventually she does go to sleep and at some point I will too.
Tomorrow I will be doing this exact same thing all over again.