a day in the life of

my life these days

is filled with little girls, laughing, chasing, spinning, messes, snotty noses, teething, running, loving

my life is a perpetual routine

it begins at 5:30 am and ends somewhere around 10 pm

my day... not theirs

I have stuck to my getting up early plan and am usually up by 5:30

I usually do a yoga video, but sometimes I just park my butt on the couch downstairs and read

Sometimes I cook something (okay like twice ever)

Sometimes I try to write... but at 5:30... my brain just tells me no

Usually I eat

and lately I have been eating this

quinoa boiled with cinnamon sticks + unsweetened coconut + banana + flax seeds + blueberries (added a day after I took this pic) + brown sugar (also added the next day) + unsweetened almond milk

the first time I had it I had to repeat... it's good, it's good, it's good for me!?

the second day I gave myself a break and added the brown sugar and blueberries

now it actually is good and mostly good for me

tip: cook it ahead and refrigerate it (1 cup uncooked gets me four days of breakfasts)

tip: do not give it to your nineteen month old's without supervising them closely... you will be picking it off the floor for an hour

fast forward to 7 am. I have usually showered and am busy getting ready. Andrew wakes up the girls and gets them dressed

7:15ish am we're walking down the stairs and headed right for the highchairs

alice and isla breakfast time

some point before 8 am. breakfast over, cleanup hopefully over... eagerly await our daycare friend

doorbell rings, squeals all around

and off they go... playing their little hearts out

8:30ish diaper changes times three

9 am morning snack

whenever that's finished and the kitchen does not look like a disaster zone... outside we go!

now that the snow is showing signs of leaving us we are heading to a wet and messy park... but i will take it because spring... it's coming

10:30ish am we're back inside and diapers are getting changed once again

now is the part where I get to make lunch while simultaneously watching the three little ones empty toy after toy from every room on the main floor.

11:15ish am chow time

noonish... at this point on great days lunch is through and the floor does not show traces of a triple toddler food throwdown

on less than awesome days I remove toddlers from highchairs and bring them straight to the playroom, closing the gate on the mess that I will face once nap time commences

diapers times three

12:15ish pm we're upstairs, we're trying to climb into our cribs, we are ready for naptime

read a book, night night

me: big sigh

oh where to begin

the possibilities are endless... well not really

clean up, vaccuum maybe, fold laundry, make my own lunch, when did I last eat?... right 6 am

yoga... maybe, read... yes please

2:30 or 3:00ish pm and they're up!

diapers

snack

waving byebye to our little friend

4ish pm shall we go to the park again or to the grocery store? or we could really live it up and head to starbucks

(cinnamon coffee cake is their fave)

4:45ish pm dinner time (theirs, not mine)

5ish pm Daddy's home (thank god)

5:30ish pm up up (translates to leave the kitchen in ruins and climb the stairs as fast as we can)

cue the sillies 

... running the hallway, stripping off their clothes... playing on mommy and daddy's bed

6ish pm bath time

this is daddy's department. he is the bath time guru and I put together diapers and clothes for the next morning and on good days also make headway on the mess that is our kitchen table / floor / frantically run around the house putting every toy away and removing all big toys from our main room

6:30 pm night night

6:31 pm glass of wine time

okay I am kidding

I wait a while longer for that

the evening... oh those are ours

this is where the army like routine ends

as long as the days can be

they never seem to feel like work

maybe it's the tutus

maybe I just tell never allow myself to think of it as work

either way, it's our life