I took today and Friday off to hang out with Tate. My main goal today was to go to the Kimbell Art Museum with him. Last night I thought to myself, "I'll sleep in as long as Tate will let me, and then we'll get up, get ready and be at the Kimbell when it opens at 10 a.m. so we can be back in time for his early afternoon nap." Seems easy enough.
But yes, it's 11:30 a.m., and I'm still at home. Here's how the day has gone so far: Tate wakes up at 6 a.m., a full hour earlier than normal. So much for sleeping in. Oh well, that just means I have more time to make sure I'm out of the house by 9:30, right? Wrong.
After eating and playing for a bit, he seems sleepy. I try to put him down for a short nap so I can get ready (figuring he usually sleeps during the 30 minute drive to work at this same time). Tate is not interested in napping and screams every time I leave the room to go get ready. So I decide to get him ready. As I'm dressing him I remember that we didn't give him a bath last night. OK, off to bath. I give him a quick bath, get him dressed. He's rubbing his eyes. Great! He's ready for a short nap. Back in the crib. Wrong. Not interested again. Finally, I pop in a Baby Einstein, put him in the exersaucer and run to my room to get ready, knowing I have exactly 20 minutes until Baby Einstein is over. I get ready in lightning speed. OK, time to go.
But wait, it's time for him to eat again. OK, give him a bottle. He finishes the bottle. Great, time to go finally. I put him in his high chair while I pack his diaper bag. I pack it up (which means several trips up and down my stairs for things I forgot), put it in the car. Load the stroller in the trunk. We're ready! I just need to go get Tate out of his highchair. I go back inside.
He's sound asleep in his highchair. Snoring a little, even.
So here I sit for more than hour, waiting for him to wake up. My schedule for today is blown. And I'm exhausted.
I don't know how stay-at-home moms do it!