I’m back with another A Day In The Life Of… It’s a chance for other bloggers to share what a typical day looks like for them. I’m proper nosey and I love to see what people get up to in their day. It’s also a great chance for you to find some more blogs that you might like to follow.
Today we have Lucy from Muffin Top Mummy, Lucy lives with her husband and their daughter in the midlands.
Here is what a typical day looks like for her…
I’m currently on maternity leave with a 6 month old, but my day looks very different from the casual coffee shop trips and endless book reading that I used to imagine while heavily pregnant at my work-desk. I thought life with a baby would be like a mini-dictatorship, with me calling the shots. It is a mini-dictatorship, but I’m certainly not in control.
05.00: After throwing the dummy out of her cot multiple times throughout the night and crying until I go in and give it back, Moo decides that this is the time to join Mummy and Daddy. She will cry/shout/sing until I go and get her. She will then grin her way into our bedroom, curl up between us and go straight back to sleep.
08.00: I’m either woken by my alarm, or by Moo hitting me consistently in the face. Usually it’s the latter. I’ll drag myself up, check my emails and social media (don’t we all?) and then take her downstairs.
09.00: I feed her breakfast in the highchair and then take her to the sofa for her bottle so I can watch rubbish on E4 – because that’s how I roll. I can also hide my breakfast biscuits (healthy, I know) behind me so that she doesn’t get jealous and throw her first strop of the day.
10.00: Moo is washed, dressed and into my bed for a nap. If she fancies it, of course. I’m then supposed to get dressed and run around sorting out various house bits and bobs – but I usually get sucked into social media and do nothing. Oh, except pop outside to feed the rabbits… which is fun in your PJs if it’s raining!
12.00: We have some lunch and then head out to either see our friends or visit family. We see Grandma, Great Grandma and our NCT group each once a week at least. I haven’t braved any baby groups yet because I’m a wimp – but I’m not really sure if we’d have the time anyway. Plus, she’s told me she’s not a fan of organised activities, so who am I to force her?
13.30: Walk around with Moo facing outwards whilst singing, bouncing and chasing people. For hours. Do not stop, change position, or try to make this easier on your poor arms in any way as this will not go down well. If toys are initiated into the game, she’d better have access to them at all times, or I may as well go bang my head against a brick wall now.
15.00: It’s time for nap number two. But nap number two isn’t always gratefully received. Especially if she’s with anyone vaguely more interesting than me. She can be absolutely shattered, eyes held open with toothpicks (don’t worry, I don’t actually do that) and she WILL NOT sleep.
17.30: Dinner time for Moo, which is her favourite time of the day. Incidentally, it’s my least favourite as I wait desperately to hear my husband coming in through the door while wrestling a spoon away from an angry mouth. She can have the damn spoon, but I need to put some food on it first or she may implode.
18.00: Daddy is home and through the many coatings of pureed carrot and fromage frais, Moo grins from ear to ear. Which is great, because it means I can leave him to it and squeeze my ass into some sportswear for a quick workout. Said workout usually involves lolloping along a busy road (not fun) or throwing shapes in the kitchen to a fitness channel on YouTube.
20.00: Moo is asleep (mostly, hopefully, sometimes) and we’re sitting down to Game of Thrones. I spend the next 50 minutes somewhere between enjoyment and guilt for not doing blog-related things.
21.00: Try and do some blog-related things. Or work out how to kick-start my freelance writing career. Or give up altogether and binge-watch more Game of Thrones.
22.30: Moo’s last feed. Decide to go to bed. Procrastinate on social media.
00.00: Finally stop procrastinating and actually get into bed. Get out of bed immediately, she’s thrown her dummy out again…