Up at 5:30 a.m. for 6 a.m. Body Pump class. Tried to take a picture outside before I left. Camera lens fogged up in the extreme humidity that is Northern Virginia. Let it go and head to class.

Back a little after 7 a.m. Shower quickly. Hear Kate fussing in her crib. Open her door. Bewilder her with pictures. Decide Dan is right, she does look like Medusa when she wakes up.

Breakfast time. Frozen waffle for the teether. Fiber 1 with blueberries and strawberries for me. Belle hovers around Kate’s chair like a shark waiting to grab waffle pieces out of her hands. Guard Kate. Relax guard. Belle snatches piece of waffle. Kate cries. Offer her a mum mum. Crying halts. Realize I would gladly pay hundreds of thousands of dollars for those mum mums. Baby crack, those wafers.

I drink one of four cups of coffee I will have today. Try to blog and read blogs. Kate and Belle get into mischief. Kate feeds Belle a glue stick and one of her Brown Bear, Brown Bear books. Don’t get too mad because this happens every day. Glad we have more copies of Brown Bear, Brown Bear.

Monday is cleaning day. I wash all the towels and sheets today. Take a picture of our bed. Think it looks like a crime seen from CSI Miami, minus the dead people. Start a load of wash. Hang other clothes to dry. Kate takes clothes off drying center. I chase her. Put clothes back. Kate takes them down. I chase her. See a pattern? This is what people with kids do all day – repeat themselves because everything takes at least five times as long with a child.

Take a picture of myself. What you don’t see are my hot rollers in my hair. I tried. This picture had the best light. Try to put laundry away, clean, vacuum, wash the floors. Lest you think we are all smiles here, well, we aren’t. Kate gets fussy, I decide it’s time for lunch.

Cheese and crackers for Kate. Grilled sandwich for me. Yes, those are chips in my sandwich. I like it that way.

Kate naps and I furiously work on everything I can possibly think of. Respond to emails, organize Vienna Moms stuff, comment on blogs. Before I know it, Kate is up and productive time is over.

Kate “helps” while I make the bed. Then she takes all the clean laundry out of the basket and runs around the house. Yes, that is a pair of my Victoria Secret underwear around her neck. She put it there. It’s a clean pair, so I let it go. This is real life here, people.

Dan’s new hose nozzel arrives from Amazon. He demonstrates it’s power. Kate and I ooh and ahh. Fancy.

I get dinner ready while Kate hangs on my legs. I can only work on one part of dinner at a time. In between steps, I chase her around the house and entertain her with various mixing bowels. We take a break and go for a walk. Come back and eat dinner, tortellini with chicken sausage and grape tomatoes. Dan and I consider it a do over. Kate only eats the chicken sausage. Then off to bath and bed for Kate and we collapse.

Observations: This is fun. At the end of the day as I unloaded pictures off my camera, I thought, hey, I forgot about that moment, glad I captured it. I’m not concerned about perfect. Just capturing the essence of who we are in this moment this week.


Sarah is a thiry-something wife to an engineer and mother of three. She loves teaching aerobic and cycling classes, learning to shoot with her DSLR in manual mode, and drinking coffee.