Our Typical Day

Today is just not going how I imagined it would, not how I planned.

Kamden woke up early and he wouldn't stop crying until I pulled his sweet body out of the crib and filled it with orange slices, bread and milk. I woke up with a headache so I took some Tylenol and laid back down with the little Bubba Bear in sight. I fell asleep, woke up an hour later, finding I would not make it to the gym in time, and of course there were wipes all over the floor. I asked Kamden to pick up his mess. He brought the wipe container to me to open. I opened it and he filled it with crumbled up wipes. He sure is a good little boy that Bubba Bear of mine.

I finally pulled myself off the bed and decided to come on out and try doing some homework. We tried. I say we because it has to be a joint effort between Kamden and I. Kamden wasn't feeling that this morning so I shut my computer, read him a book, watched Curious George, and Kamden crawled over me, jumped on me, and every once in a while sat back down on my lap to read a book or watch the silly monkey.

I looked up recipes for a good dessert tonight. The Sister Missionaries are coming over and I don't know what I'm doing for dinner yet. I find a dessert I want so bad and realize I don't have everything so I settle on something else. I set that aside and realize it's time for lunch. I feed the two of us, Kamden and I. He eats and is nearly asleep so I decided I want to try and cuddle that sleepy little boy. I carefully take him out and find out he has a dirty diaper for the third time today. I change that diaper while he screams at me.

We come back out with a blanket and cuddle up on the recliner. He actually cuddles with me for about 5 minutes! I'll take it. Then he rolls over happier than a clam, ready to play. He crawls down with a little help and runs that little body of his all over the place pulling toys, or what he has adopted as his toys, out of every toy basket, toy chest, desk drawer, craft drawer and shelf cubicle he can find.

He comes by and for the fourth time today he needs another diaper change (that's right four dirty diapers and it's just turning 1:30 p.m. We buck up and change that cute little bum of his and then he heads straight to the crib for a nap. This means I can shower. I shower for the day, put on some capri sweats and head out to the maze of a living room, dining room Bubba has created. Not sure where to start I turn off the heat, turn on some good, soft Instrumental music, open up the sliding porch door to the cool, fresh air and breathe it in for a good couple minutes. Then I sit down and I write for a little therapy session about my day, like somebody is dying to hear it, all the while thinking about what to do for dinner, my ten reading assignments, discussion boards, and reading quizzes that are due tonight, and cleaning up this mess before the Sister Missionaries get here.

This is my life in all it's glory! Every day is a little different. Some days I actually do get some homework done and most days I make it to the gym in the morning for some sweaty, me time where others I'm sure wonder who the huge pregnant lady is, trying to act like she can cycle, do step, and pretend to do crunches like the rest of the world. 

We don't aim to high around here lately for incredible stories of excitement but nonetheless, this is my life.

 My Life...and I Love It!

The End!