There are so many things to write about. New products, new experiences, restaurants opening and places to go. There are new clothing lines, new booze lines, new techniques for organizing your backyard this summer!
I thought going back to work and having someone to look after the little one during the day would mean I could still do all these things. I would wake up, work out, attend to work, then come home at night, put the wee lad to bed and be off blogging.
So apparently I was delusional. Luckily my friends and family are nice enough to let me figure things out on my own:)
My day actually looks like this:
- 6:00-6:30- wake up (still pretty tired seeing as the little guy was likely screaming or awake for an hour sometime through the night)
- 6:30: Change the little fellow because he craps like crazy (thanks Pampers for the supply)
- 6:30: Leave the room and put on work-out clothes in hopes he goes to sleep
- 6:45: Attempt to work out. 10 minutes in hear a very chatty baby waiting for me to come get him. Knowing chatty turns to screaming if I don’t get him quick, I get him, bring him into the room with me while I attempt to work out…and crawls all over me
- 7:15: Finish a somewhat modified workout (Burpies are hard to do when your toddler thinks it’s awesome to grab your feet)
- 7:30: Come downstairs, feed the dog and come upstairs to baby B eating dirt… (I’ve never kept a plant alive in my life…go figure when I have a toddler…I have a plant)
- 8:00-8:45: Breakfast
- 9:00-9:30 Nanny arrives, I shower and start the day…
- 9:30-6:30: Blur of meetings and phone calls
- 6:30: Swing into feed baby dinner, play, bathtime until 7:30ish
- 8:00: Think off all the things I’d like to blog about…make a list…
- 8:00-10: Do a moderate tidy, visit the hubs, eat dinner.
- 10:30 – head to bed and tell myself tomorrow I’ll get it all done
So I’m really going to get a consistent schedule for blogging. I promise! It’s going to happen. There are honestly so many things I’d like to tell you about..but for now…I really appreciate you hanging in there with me while I get my bearings. Working with a baby is much tricker than I thought…