A Day in the Life

Posted on | June 16, 2011 | 12 Comments

At 2:20 in the morning, a plaintive mourn echoes through the house “Mooooommmmmmma?”

I’m up.

I shuffle to the nursery to pick up J and snuggle him close to me. 

“Momma bed?” He asks, his head laid against my shoulder.  Sure, kid, I’ll take you to momma’s bed… anything for sleep.  I shuffle back to my room.  Laying him down on the bed, I notice he’s soaked.  He’s peed through his diaper and soaked his pajamas.  Shuffle back to the nursery for a change of clothes and new diaper, shuffle back to my room all in time to the sounds of “Momma RIGHT back” on repeat.  Change diaper, change clothes, lay down.

“Dark ow-side.”

“Sun up.”

These repeat ad nauseum as I try to ignore him and will him back to sleep.  Around 4:45 he passes out with his feet propped up on my shoulder blade.

At 6:30 we’re up.  I make breakfast for J and then he goes into the Pack ‘n Play with Finding Nemo on television.  I let the dog out to pee, and Momma goes for a shower.  The door must stay open during the shower so I can respond to every “Momma?” before it becomes a five alarm panic.  Around 7:00 I’m dressed and ready for work and it’s on to getting J ready.  New diaper, new clothes, new red shoes.  Then we brush our teeth together, I feed the dog, throw a load of laundry into the washing machine, make up my bed, and grab a cereal bar on my way out the door. 

By 7:40 I have J at school and we do our goodbye dance. 

Then it’s off to work, ETA 8:00. 

This morning, I was shoved into too-high heels and my black suit, ready to head to court.  At 8:15, I get an email from opposing counsel… she’s inexplicably in Montgomery, Alabama due to horrific storms which closed the Atlanta airport.  By 8:30 I’ve called the judge to let her know we’ll be starting that case late.  At 9:00 my boss calls to tell me about all the things I forgot to do on my two cases that are being heard, beginning at 10:00.  At 9:15 my boss gets off the phone with me because she’s arrived in the office and can “explain” it all to me in person.  At 9:30 my boss heads to court and leaves me in the office, scrambling to update exhibits and fill in the teeth marks on my butt cheeks.

By 10:00 I’m at the courthouse, hauling three stacks of exhibits and an extra-large case file up a flight of stairs, in the rain, in too-high heels.  Nothing falls.  Not even me.  Hearing one goes down without a hitch and the waiting begins.  My boss begins to remember things she’d also like to see happen.  By 11:30, I’m running from office to office in the courthouse begging someone to let me have a fax sent to their machine.  Sent.  Not for me to send one out, just for them to receive it.

“We don’t allow the public to use our machine,” the clerk’s office informed me.

“We don’t have a machine for attorney use,” the judge’s secretaries smiled.

Finally in a fit of panic, I announced to the bailiff that I was going to hurl myself down a flight of stairs.  His supervisor heard me, escorted me into the Sheriff’s office there in the courthouse, and informed them that I needed a fax machine… immediately.  Fifteen minutes later, I’m hauling it back up three flights of stairs to the courtroom, waving the requested fax in front of me.  By 12:15, my boss decided she didn’t want to use that fax after all.

By 1:30, the second hearing was over and the blisters on my feet had faded to a dull but violent ache.  My boss “asked” me to lunch to discuss the cases.  At 2:00 I was seated at Panera with a salad I didn’t order and a big plate of humble pie.  Lunch lasted around thirty minutes, during which time I managed to steal my boss’s napkin.   I didn’t mean to. I forgot I hadn’t gotten one of my own and I just took it and put it in my lap. It was only after she started lifting her plate and looking all around and announced “Hmmm. I know I had a napkin” that I realized I’d skunked it.  Oh well.

By 2:45I was back at the office and in my rush to get in and beat my boss back, I forgot my change “cubby” was open in the car and sliding out, I scraped all the skin off my leg.  No blood, no foul, plus… there’s a Diet Dr. Pepper waiting for me.  There are only 17 emails that need attention and one voicemail when I reach my office, so I consider this a win.  At 5:15, I’ll grab my purse, fly down three flights of stairs to my car, and drive the 15 miles to the little Methodist Church downtown.  There, my son will greet me with his arms open and a smile on his face.

We’ll go home, arriving around 6pm.  I’ll let the dog out to go to the bathroom and throw the load of laundry into the dryer.  I’ll pretend like the work part of my day never happened.  I’ll make a plate of dinner for my son and as I put it in front of him, he’ll pick up his spoon and say “Too? Momma Too?” and indicate which chair he would prefer I sit in.  I will fix my own plate and we will have dinner together.  When I’ve finished eating, I will run his bath water and then by 6:45 he’s fed and bathed and ready to play.  We’ll read a few books or build a few towers.  At some point around 7:15 he’ll start to rub his eyes.  I’ll ask him if he’s ready to go read Pooh and he’ll say “No!” but start to walk down the hall to his room, anyway. 

By 7:20, we’ll be seated in the rocking chair, reading about Winnie the Pooh and Piglet.  By 7:45, I’ll put him down in his crib and he’ll say “Back?” which means he wants me to rub his back.  By 8:00, if I’m lucky, he’ll be asleep.  If I’m not lucky, I’m frustrated, and by 8:00 I leave the room to collect myself.  If all goes well, by 8:30, I’m in my pajamas curled up on the sofa to watch Momma TV.  If all does not go well, I’m re-rocking my child or just sitting quietly in the chair next to his crib as he tosses and turns in his never-ending quest to beat sleep.

I clean up the dishes from dinner during commercial breaks.  I read the mail, pay the bills, and clean up the toys.  I wipe down the kitchen counters. I might load or unload the dishwasher.  I might take out the trash.  I think about how I need to clean the bathtub.  I survey the house and wonder if there is more I should be doing every day to keep it clean, then I shrug and give up. 

By 10:00, I’m usually in bed, waiting anxiously for 2:20 am to arrive.


12 Responses to “A Day in the Life”

  1. Fancy
    June 16th, 2011 @ 4:50 pm

    Sigh… I’m exhausted just reading about your day!

    You sound so “on the ball”, even if it’s hectic. I need a little bit of “on the ball” in my life.

    You’re great. 🙂

  2. strugglingforeverafter
    June 16th, 2011 @ 8:12 pm

    yeah, that sounds hard to me. Seems to me that you’re doing great!

  3. Cybil
    June 16th, 2011 @ 9:24 pm

    Sounds like the day in the life of a mother… I know exactly how you feel. Take some time for yourself when J is with is dad. Rejuvenate… Love you my friend!

  4. Jill
    June 16th, 2011 @ 9:34 pm

    Funny…your day sounds a lot like mine…except I am a Legal Assistant (in Med Mal) not an Attorney…and my 10 month old son waited until 2:29am to wake me up this morning…Is it wrong that I am sooooo excited to have tomorrow off so that I can actually enjoy a hot cup of coffee in the house and not a lukewarm one in my car?? Weekdays suck. Weekends still start way earlier than God ever intended…but at least I can stay in my pajamas…

  5. Jessica @ Raising an Owlet
    June 16th, 2011 @ 9:58 pm

    you’re doing so great, law momma. but it also sounds very tiring. take some time for you, whenever you can.

  6. Adriane
    June 16th, 2011 @ 10:13 pm

    I feel ya. Even though my husband still lives with us, he is finishing up his 1L year, so it’s kinda like he really doesn’t live with us. My days are very similar to yours. One foot in front of the other. We’re both in survival mode, in a way. 🙂

  7. Erica Snipes
    June 16th, 2011 @ 10:35 pm

    Whew. Sounds exhausting, but you totally rock at it! Big hugs to you and your early riser. 🙂

  8. KristinaYellow
    June 16th, 2011 @ 10:42 pm

    You are super-woman. Wow. I am so impressed at how organized you and J are-and I bet your new boss will come around too. HUGS. You are kicking butt!!!!!

  9. Tracy
    June 17th, 2011 @ 8:27 am

    I swear – Diet Dr Pepper cures what ails ye. You’re not the only addict. 😀

  10. Dre
    June 17th, 2011 @ 9:23 am

    You are doing fabulous! Much better than I am and I have another adult in the house! Way to rock the lawyer gig, too. I am the lawyer that sits in the office all day researching and writing briefs. Hearings? Ha! It sounds exhausting, but know that you are kicking ass at this even though you feel it is kicking your ass!!!

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