This is representative of a typical weekday…but not any day in particular.
Little Man is awake. I can hear him chattering away. The figures on my bedside clock start with a red glowing 5…at least it’s not a 4… I nudge John who pulls on his tracksuit and goes to get his son. I hear him say “Good morning my boy” and it always makes me smile. I roll over and try (unsuccessfully) to get a little more sleep while they play. Last night was a good night; on a bad night, Little Man and I end up in the spare bed, cuddled up together, the simplest and quickest way to feed him and snooze.
My snoozing is cut short by the sounds of Little Man objecting, with vigour and volume, to the removal of his warm jimjams and the changing of his nappy. I don’t blame him, it’s cold out there! Once dressed, John brings him to me in bed and we cuddle for a bit while he makes me a cup of tea. I pull on my fuzzy blue dressing gown and shuffle through to the lounge. Little Man and I play a game where he wants to touch my mug and stick his fingers in my tea while I try to satisfy his curiosity without letting him burn his fingers! “Kushushu! Hot!”
The nagging cats (*meow*meow*meow*ankle tap*MEOW!!) prompt breakfast preparations. Little Man usually has half a Weetbix with milk and homemade applesauce. We alternate between muesli and toast. Weekends are for eggs and brunch on Sundays (choc chip waffles, double cream yoghurt and sliced strawberries with honey-heavenly). My muesli of choice probably defeats it’s own health benefits…perhaps it’ time to try some granola? I love the look of this recipe.
John goes off to have a shower & gets ready for work and I wipe down Little Man’s face & hands (and highchair, walls, floor…). We go out to check on the vegetable garden and do a spot of watering if necessary. I want to get a timer-tap to make this step easier! The we go in to brush out teeth and I get ready for work.
“Molweni!” announces the arrival of Nosi (our wonderful nanny). Little Man bounces on my hip and points excitedly and I hand him over. Final bits and pieces gathered for work and John and I walk to our cars together. It’s a lovely sunny morning but surprisingly cold, the dassies (rock hyraxes) are all out sunning themselves on the neighbours verge. They have a colony behind her retaining wall.
My mornings pass in a blur of emails, a bit of Facebook, a bit of blogging, troubleshooting and discussions on how to find an obscure paper with no bibliographic clues (Googling phrases from the abstract finally worked!). Before I know it, my phone reminds me that it’s time for the first of two breaks I take to express breastmilk for Little Man (going on 6 months now…). So I head downstairs to make a cup of tea and grab a rusk before settling at my desk, the gentle brrrt brrrt brrrt of the breastpump somehow still unnaturally loud even after all this time.
I am lucky enough to be able to head home for lunch everyday. One of the perks of small-town life that far outweighs it’s many inconveniences. It’s such a treat to see how Little Man lights up once he realises that I have walked through the door. We have a quick lunch, usually I lay out a variety of cold meats, salad stuff, cheese and fruit and we pick and choose. I consult our kitchen whiteboard, which notes after-work activities, evening meetings and plans as well as our menu (also notes the falling specific gravity of John’s latest homebrew, it’s almost ready to bottle). I’ll dive into the depth of the freezer and pull out a portion of mince to defrost. SpagBol is on the cards tonight, one of my favourites.
I arrive back at work to see that I’ve got a parcel from a favourite online shop YuppieChef. Sneak peek at some things I’m planning for Little Man’s 1st Birthday…a short 40ish days away! I browse Pinterest for more ideas and inspiration…brrrt brrrt brrrt.
The sun has swung across my desk and it’s time to pack up and shut down. I say good bye to my colleagues and head home to collect Nosi. We live quite far from any of the regular taxi routes so I give her a lift everyday to the taxi rank or to the shops in town. She chats about her day and how Little Man has been. He fell over and bumped his head; a bruise above his eye. it’s not serious. The hazards of cruising along the furniture! Once we are home again, I make myself a cup of Vanilla Chai Tea from Woolies and spend some time playing with Little Man. Sometimes he will have a feed, usually when it’s hot; a nice moment to stop and reconnect. It’s warming up and light later so we’ve been outside a lot in the evenings. Playing and pottering around the garden. We erected a safety gate at the top of our stairs. Just need an extra section of fencing to complete it; and a little bit of plastic fencing to fill the gap between the gate and our balcony.
Little Man is starting to get niggly so I set about making him some dinner. If John is home, we play pass the baby. He wants to see what’s going all the way up there on the counter! We are following self-feeding (or Baby Led Weaning) so it’s usually a variation of whatever we are having for supper. His teeth must be bothering because he wasn’t the least bit interested in the mince with onions and garlic, baby gemsquash or pattypans. I consult the notebook that Nosi keeps for us and discover that he didn’t have his usual nap after lunch. Right, time for an early bath then!
I pass him to John who is starting to make our supper while I run his bath and get his jiimjams and bed ready (locating the fuzzy blanket and the dummy are the most important steps!). I sit with him, often listening to a podcast, while he splashes and plays. Wrap him up in a towel and slather him with baby cream. Warm jimjams tonight, winter hasn’t quite left for the year! We go and say good night to Dad and then settle down in the dark room for a final feed. I love watching as he drifts off to sleep.I settle him in the cot that was once mine & my sister’s, tuck the fuzzy blanket around him and tiptoe out, collecting the bucket of dirty nappies on the way.
Nappies in the washing machine, glass of wine in hand, John and I chat about our day as we have supper. After dinner, tidying up the kitchen and then I go have a shower and brush my teeth. It’s probably about 9ish now, and I’m tired, but torn between going to be to grab an hour or two’s sleep and cuddling up to watch an episode of QI or read a bit more of my book. I settle for the book and doze off 4 pages in…here’s hoping for another good night.