“Time is of the essence. Time wasted can never be regained.”
Beeeeeeeeeeeeep, goes the rambunctious blaring of my alarm. It’s 5 O’ clock Monday morning and I’m awaken from my deep slumber and brought back to reality – my work week has begun. As a full-time mom and teacher, this is my life: home, daycare, work, daycare, home, repeat. I must say that I do not mind this structure as I love the fact that I am able to dedicate 70% of my time to my adorable munchkin. In fact, if I had to do it all over again I would still be stuck on home, daycare, work, daycare, home, repeat.
My alarm is very essential; a prized possession in my house. It is that super pump that activates my adrenaline rush in the mornings. As soon as I hear the first beep, I am aware of blood pulsating through my body which triggers a sudden burst of speed as my feet touch the floor. You should see me in the mornings. I’m faster than the fastest man, Usain St Leo Bolt, himself…..just kidding. The ugly truth is that I normally yawn about a thousand times as I sluggishly move my body and wish it were Friday. Regardless how rested I am, I still wish Mondays were Fridays.
My first stop each morning is the kitchen. I use this time to prepare lunch for my son to take to daycare and put his pre- packaged snacks and juices in his lunch bag. This normally takes me about half an hour. My son gets breakfast at daycare, so luckily for me, I just prepare warm formula for him to drink before he leaves each morning.
By 5:30 my alarm goes off again. This indicates that it’s time to shower and dress. This takes me up to 6 O’clock when I wake my sleeping prince and hand him a bottle. Depending on his mood, I sometimes have to feed him for the first two seconds. While my baby drinks his tea, I wipe him off and put on his clothes. Oh BTW, daycare bathes him everyday.
Beeeeeeeeeep! It’s the obnoxious sound of my alarm again. This time signaling that it is 6:15 am. I suddenly transform into an army’s captain booming out orders “Baby go get your shoes. Let’s go. Grab your back pack.” My son, quite unaware of the urgency in my voice, would then go and select any shoes of his choice while I complete my orders. Yes, you heard me correctly. I always allow my child to choose which shoes he wants to wear to daycare. Oh, and you better believe it that my two-year old munchkin puts each shoe on the correct foot 97% of the time. He is doing this from 13 months old. MOMtastic isn’t it?
The ride to daycare usually takes me about 15 – 20 minutes. This means that my love bug is dropped off by 6:35 daily. One of the things that I like about dropping him off is that he doesn’t cry. Nope, in fact he barely even tells me good-bye. I don’t mind though as this is a sign that he loves his school.
Let me also point out that my mornings do not always flow this smoothly. This is as a result that my son sometimes cries to take his bike to school and at other times wants to wear a particular shirt or shorts instead of his school gears. On such rare occasions, I stop and use a few minutes for a quick mini lesson or talk to him about his behaviour. Sometimes I cant help but think I have a TWOnager instead of a toddler.
During the ride to work, Ms. Smith ( I am in teacher mode now) then completes the process of getting dressed. * Smile* Calm down folks, I’m gonna explain. While I’m at home, majority of the time I just brush my hair and put my clothes on as I do not have enough time to complete the dressing process. Then, while on my way to work, I put on my make up, jewelry, lotion, perfume and heels. Since time waits on no one, before you know it, it’s 7:10 and I am at work which begins at 7:25 and ends 2:35.
Riiiiiinggggg ding ding! Contrary to my mornings, this is one of the most heavenly sounds that bless my ears each day. Can you guess what this is? It’s the sound of the bell signaling the end of my work day. Most afternoons mommy dearest leaves the compound by 2:50. Heeeeeeyy, I know what you are thinking. Let me answer before you even ask. Yes, I do mark my students’ books. But like I said in my earlier blog, the aim is to work smarter not harder. Therfore, when I have books to mark I use my free sessions and lunch time. Occasionally, I also use my lunch time for consultation with my students.
As soon as I leave work I might run errands such as go to the supermarket or hairdresser. Thanks to my son’s daycare for providing me with great flexibility as they open 6am and closes 8pm…..MOMtastic isnt it? If there are no errands to attend to, I head to daycare to pick up my small treasure.
I normally get home by 4pm if I do not have to run errands on the road. I also choose Mondays and Wednesdays to run errands since I do not have to cook dinner on those days as I use left overs from the previous day. If I’m not cooking, I spend all evening with my son where we complete any given homework. Yes, my two-year old gets homework. We also play games or relax in front of the television. If I have to cook then he watches cartoon, colour, paint or free play. Dinner is normally served by 6 or 6:30.
Every week night, except Friday, I put my son to bed by 8pm. He likes when I cuddle up beside him and put him to bed. This I do every night.
By 8:30 , When my son is in dream land, I head to the very place where I started my day, the kitchen. I then peel and package my son’s fruits for the following day. I also place one of his pre packaged bag of clothes for daycare in his book bag. This takes me up to 9 pm when I do a nightly chore. Such chores might include, ironing, laundry, cleaning or package my son’s school clothes for another 3-5 days.
After completion of any of the chores above, I then catch up on my beauty sleep by the latest 10:30 or 11pm. Before u know it, it’s time to wake up and click the repeat button as the next work day begins.
5*1= MOMMY’S WORK AND DAYCARE WEEK……CHAOTICALLY BEAUTIFUL