(This was written in June of 2008, when I had been a mother for less than a month. My son was in the NICU, and both my husband and I were working full time. As I have been reminiscing about my son’s birth, health care, and health insurance, I ran across this journal-of-a-typical day. As today is Mothers’ Day, a day that I do not care for, I thought I’d dedicate this next week to continuing the story of my son’s birth. Complete, I hope, with new book reviews of some Golden Book CLASSICS.)
There are not enough hours; there’s not enough time. Especially during the week. I was sitting at my desk at work a couple of days ago, realizing that I need a new schedule, a better plan, a more workable routine for the week, and I started to wonder what the actual routine looked like on paper. I decided to keep track of a day.
This is June 17, 2008:
2:40 -3:16 a.m. Wake up and pump. This includes assembly, pumping, disassembly, and cleaning.
7:00 a.m. Wake up and pump. I had trouble getting back to sleep after my mid-night pumping because I was thinking about everything that I have to do.
7:30-8:15 a.m. Poop, wash face, get dressed, put dishes away, drink tea, cancel catalogs through catalogchoice.org, check email, update blog, check local headlines, check two social networking sites (myspace and Facebook).