What do you do all day?

Beth posed this question to me earlier in the week while discussing my summer vacation plans. It can be hard to imagine what you might do to fill 60 consecutive days off, but it’s bliss, I tell ya, sheer bliss.

I started to write an hour by hour summary, but holy Moses, that bored even me.

So to answer that question, here we go in a shorter summary format:

  • Pretend that I don’t hear that Adam is awake. Listen for signs that Ismael is home from work and will handle it.
  • Give up and get up. Change and feed the child, check email, read some blogs. I would like to say that I prioritized these in the order of importance, but more truthfully, I multi-tasked.
  • Check the weather, make breakfast for Ismael, watch it rain, play with Adam, listen to Ismael explain things to the lawyer’s office handling his car accident from JANUARY. Yeah, hire a lawyer and watch the settlement process stretch way out.
  • Laugh that Ismael caught the first really nasty dirty diaper of the day
  • Wander outside in the rain to take a picture of my little baby rose which is blooming against all odds.
  • Curse aloud for the fiftieth time because I stepped on my camera this week and cracked the display.  I cannot see what I am aiming at. As a result I took some craptastic pictures today:
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  • Periodically keep an eye on the nasty black hole just next to the rose.  I keep waiting for something to jump out of it and attack my face.  Rabid chipmunk?  Snake?  Who knows? I hope he drowned in the rain.
  • Regret giving Adam prunes at dinner last night.  Rather, regret that it was necessary.
  • Try three different times to get Adam to take a nap. Fail, fail, fail.
  • Feed and dress almost everyone in the house at the appropriate times.
  • Pretend I don’t see the cat go in the open closet and hope Ismael didn’t see it either.
  • Leave Adam to visit with Daddy in bed while I take a shower.
  • Find that Ismael has fallen asleep and Adam is ready to scoot feet first off the bed.
  • Wake Ismael up and laugh at the terrified look on his face when he realizes how truly mobile his not-yet-crawling son is.
  • Get tired of taking bad pictures with a broken camera.
  • Put Adam in the car and drive to Best Buy to get a charger for our back up camera that, of course, doesn’t take regular batteries.
  • Go through BK drivethrough to taste test their iced tea, Diet Coke’s inferior summer replacement.
  • Take Adam on a ride through Best Buy.  Learn that they do not have a charger for my back up camera, despite the sweet lies they told me on the phone yesterday.
  • Gaze wistfully at really good cameras and other assorted electronic goods.
  • Leave empty handed.
  • Find Ismael awake, on the Internet and watching The View.  He has loved that show since Rosie and the Donald had it out.
  • Lay on the floor. Play with Adam.
  • Threaten that if Daddy doesn’t get his butt to bed, then he will be babysitting while *I* take a nap.
  • Schedule field trip for next fall with the Children’s Museum.  Anyone who says teachers don’t work in the summer is a L-I-A-R.
  • Blog.
  • Facebook.
  • Wonder again what Twitter is about.
  • Listen to Adam’s operetta performance of “da da da daaaa.”
  • Ignore laundry.
  • Admit that I have a problem with laundry.
  • Read HotChocolateCarmelMocha’s blog entry Rage Against the Machine and rejoice that someone else has laundry issues.
  • Do laundry and then cusssss when I figured out it was so humid it wouldn’t dry outside.
  • Put Adam to bed.

Repeat tomorrow with some variations.

Frankly, I don’t know how I’m going to go back to work in August. I clearly don’t have time for it.

About halalamama

I am a new mother to a beautiful baby boy. My husband and I walk each day, still learning about each other, and navigating the beauty of parenting in an American - African, Catholic - Muslim marriage.
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