Loving the Hump Day
Mar 5th, 2008 by Nola
Wendy previously described how her Wednesdays are bat shit crazy. I have to agree with her. Wednesday mornings arrive like a freight train–fast and rumbling.
I always oversleep and JUMP out of bed realizing I have no more than 30 minutes to get out the house. I shower at night, so at least that task is not in the picture. Breakfast is always the first casualty. CS gets Sun dressed for the day. And I scramble to get everything else ready.
I need to get food straight. I make Sun’s baby food; this is not done on Wednesday mornings; I just need to mix things together and throw a banana in the bag for Wendy to mash in with her food. That child has an odd fascination with the banana. Then I’ve got to get my lunch packed–usually leftovers or a sandwich.
Then I’ve got to get my wallet and cell phone and whatnots out of the baby bag and into my purse. I don’t like carrying the big bulky baby bag to work as my purse (I use the bag as a purse on days I have Sun). Why? Well, for one reason, my effing parking car is in my purse and I’d forget to move it to the baby bag on Wednesdays. And the parking lot gets fussy if you keep forgetting it. And I can’t leave the card in the car because I am in CS’s car on Mondays and Fridays. And I don’t want to use the baby bag as my purse all the time because, well, that’s just weird.
So, once my purse is squared away, I need to be sure the baby bag is stocked–diapers, bottles, formula. And that my briefcase is ready–including new items that need to go into it for the day.
And in between all this, I need to get dressed and put my make-up on. I am lucky when my shoes match (they haven’t always).
And EVERY WEEK something gets left out. Either I forget to pack new formula for Wendy or Sun’s baby food or my lunch. Last week? I forgot the banana. At dinner at the end of the day when the two families meet for us to get Sun, CS was a bit snippy about me forgetting that damn banana. I finallly snapped at him all “I drink your milkshake”-like (yes, I quoted “There Will Be Blood”–that is my favorite new movie line and use it every chance I get).
Today? My cell phone. In my mind’s eye, I can see it sitting on my counter plugged in to the charger, with the little light glowing green showing it is fully charged.
But even with the frenzy, or maybe because of it, I LOVE Wednesdays. I always feel a part of something bigger than just little ole me. It’s a lot of moving parts coming together (mostly) perfectly. And its adrenaline rush is intoxicating.
Plus, I get to talk to Sun for a bit of my commute–she babbles, “blalalala,” and I pepper it with questions like, “So then what did you dream?”
And once I drop her off, I have about 30 minutes of unadulterated radio time. And my latest fix is Bonerama‘s “Bringing it Home” CD that I bought from a certain merch chick (thanks for the recommendation, Stacey, I LOVE the CD!) this past Saturday night.
Yes; Wednesdays are bat shit crazy. And I love every minute of them.
Dammit, I overslept, too, as did the little guy. Now I need to start keeping track of exactly what day it is when we DO oversleep…
I found your blog on google and read a few of your other posts. I just added you to my Google News Reader. Keep up the good work. Look forward to reading more from you in the future.
Stacey Derbinshire
You are a much better woman than me.. that kind of day would make me curl up and cry.. LOL
Just gotta say, your ‘Hump day’ and my ‘Hump day’ are two TOTALLY different things
I drink YOUR milkshake, friend-o. I drink it up!
I do that every morning. Minus the baby things. Maybe I need to just get up earlier??? I am sooooo glad you like the CD!!
You should do all the packing and food preparations the night before. Then you wouldn’t have so much to worry about in the morning.
Dude, I am up at 530am and the only thing I have to grab, besides the kids, is that damn diaper bag, but I make sure it is packed at night. If I don’t then I forget something and you don’t forget Sam’s water. When he wants water he wanted it 3 minutes ago.
Shhhhh….sometimes I run late, but never on Wednesdays.
Hmmm. I’m going to be indifferent towards Wednesdays. I just feel it’s the right decision for me.
Oh. Somehow reading about your day made me feel better about mine!
I forgot my cell today too and, like you, could see it in my mind’s eye on the end table.
Wednesdays SUCK. You’re awesome.
I’m tired just reading what you do BEFORE your day really gets started.
Just wait…in about two years, maybe less, you’ll be about 25 minutes into your 30 minutes of good ole radio time after you’ve dropped Sun off and you’ll realize you’re listening to kiddie music.
Worse yet, you’ll be singing along!
I like Thursdays, which is odd since it’s my husband’s day to work without his partner. He’s usually really late coming home. Hmm, maybe I like Tuesdays better–that’s his day off!
Yea, Wednesdays literally blow my mind. I’m more mentally deficient every week. Today was work (administering standardized tests, could not be more mind numbing), then class, then lab and then a quick dinner, an inappropriate blog and now bed.
And so you don’t think I’m ignoring your email, we will totally sit down and try to figure out the restaurants tomorrow. It’s not happening tonight, right now we’re trying to see how we could convince the MIL to dance her wedding dance with the Fiance to New Kids on the Block. Like I said, mentally deficient Wednesdays.