I get asked a lot how I manage to do everything I do and still survive the day. Last week, I briefly touched on balance and how I no longer strive to achieve that notion…which is honestly half the battle in me doing as much as I do. If you didn’t see that post you can find it here and then come back for this edition of “Alecia’s Freaking Crazy Life.” 😉
So today I wanted to a day in the life in hope you’ll see how I manage to get things done, show that my life is far from perfect and that my doing it all doesn’t look pretty or glamorous but it works perfectly for our family.
My day starts at about 5:00 – which is really code for my alarm goes off at 5. I have all of these dreams and aspirations of actually getting up that early and getting some much needed alone time buuuuttt I hit the snooze. Some day I really will break this habit. At 6 Jared’s alarm goes off and that’s when I realize I’m a complete failure cause I didn’t wake up at 5 and figure the whole day is shot anyways soooo might as well sleep some more. Jared doesn’t help the matter cause he also presses snooze. Woops! So really my day starts at about 6:30, if I’m being completely honest.
Mornings are interesting, for lack of a better word. The older two feed themselves, since my dreams of being Betty Crocker were shot a long time ago. I make me a morning shake, cram a bottle down the babies throat, throw some milk and nourishment (usually a banana and breakfast bar) at the toddler and then park my groggy butt on the couch to catch up on the news. I also spend this time catching up on social media, doing a morning post and catching up on business e-mails. Because I’m trying to balance a phone, a bottle and my shake – half of those things end up on the front of my shirt because – I’m a disaster in real life.
Note: I will refer to social media a lot in this post but I just want to clarify that both of my businesses require a lot of social media presence, marketing and networking soooo don’t think I’m just leisurely catching up on what people had for dinner. Alas, those days are over.
Once everyone is fed I have to then go around picking up the toddler’s banana peels he has left all over the house, sweep up crumbs from the breakfast bar (I swore I would never give to him again because of said crumbs) and wipe up the yogurt mess my older two have created on the kitchen table. I don’t know what it is with my boys and eating but I swear they finger paint with their yogurt instead of eating it. Ugh. I then turn on cartoons for the toddler who is now demon possessed at this time because he is upset his brothers left for school and needs to have food for comfort, which mom doesn’t allow. I stick the baby in the walker, which is also pointless since he will just scoot himself against a wall and then wail he isn’t going anywhere. This literally happens every 60 seconds. I run to the bathroom and attempt to get ready for the day, all while running back into the living room every 2 minutes to get the baby pulled away from the wall. Ladies, never say you don’t have time to apply makeup. It’s a miracle how fast you can slap that stuff on your face. BAM!
During my makeup and hair routine I’ll listen to some “personal development” or “teachings” on youtube. This consists of all sorts of things from Oprah’s Life Classes to her Super Soul Sunday episodes, or I’ll type in one of my favorite authors and listen to their TED talks or interviews with them, I’ll listen to something by Esther Hicks or Brene Brown or I’ll even type in my favorite athletes and listen to interviews or speeches they have given about how they got to where they are today. Really anything goes. This has been a huge part of my morning since the beginning of the year. As a businesswoman who is always looking to grow and improve not only in business but as a person this has been a great way to start my morning. I’m also killing two birds with one stone so that’s a key.
Jared has usually gone down for work in the garage at this point so time to start the day. Boden naps around 9:00 so I put him down and while rocking him will catch up on more e-mails and plan out my must do’s for the day. I run two businesses, so depending on the day, one will get more focus than the other. For example, on the days we ship products, I have to focus more on our woodworking business than on my fitness business. So anyways, planning is key. After Boden is down I throw laundry in and clean the kitchen (if I didn’t do it the night before). Gavin sits at the table and colors or plays with stickers that he sticks on every surface he can find. I also realize I was never going to give him stickers again when I spend the next half hour peeling them off the walls, furniture and out of his hair. By this point he usually needs a snack, cause he ALWAYS needs a snack, so I give him some crackers and sit down at the table with him and we chat. I usually really need to be starting on work at this point but I also know he needs some undivided attention so I take that 15 minutes to give him some. After our chat about what his friends on Sesame Street are up to he runs off to play with his trucks and cars and I head downstairs to ship products before the mailman gets here. It’s always a race to get everything packaged and ready before noon. It’s like morning mayhem where I am usually covered in bubble wrap, tape and have likely stepped on 4 screws by the time the whole thing is over. Seriously, I should wear shoes.
Once all of that is over it’s lunch time for all people. I swear every time I turn around it’s time to eat. Boden has usually woken up about 3/4 of my way through packaging and has been crying in his crib. This is where it gets real cause guys I do let my kids cry. Look, I don’t like it but honestly when you have this many kids you’re just used to it and it’s OKAY if they cry. If I went running in there every time my kids cried I would literally be at one of their sides 24/7. Not realistic. So he fusses a bit, I finish and then I rescue him from his room. When the toddler sees me getting out the bib and baby food to feed Boden he then throws a massive fit because he knows lunch will be slightly delayed. Oh the HORROR!!! Thankfully, the baby beast eats like he is in a food competition. I mean for real I can’t even scoop the stuff fast enough. After clean up the Gavin man gets fed, Jared gets fed and I get a moment to inhale some food. I also spend lunch (after Gavin and Jared are done) checking e-mails again, doing another post and catching up on anything from the morning.
Gavin takes a nap around 12:45-1 and if I’m lucky I can get Boden down for another nap around that time. This is when I workout (thank God it’s only 30 minutes) do my blogs, print off labels and stuff for the next days shipments, catch up on social media, fix the boys’ lunch for the next day and have a little coffee break with the hubs. 9/10 times Boden wakes up as soon as my coffee is made and decides he really needs my attention. So he typically joins us for coffee but if not it’s a great midday catch up with my favorite guy in the house before we go back to work. The afternoon is spent playing with the kiddos, taking pictures, cleaning and dinner prep.
The kids get home around 4:45 and dinner has to be on the table within 15 minutes, otherwise, starvation is sure to happen. This is also begins the time that Gavin starts his screaming. He is so excited the boys are home but also needs to control them and have them submit to his will that really it all just means screaming. Ugh my ears!!! We sit down to eat (which is filled with bribery, dodging thrown food, begging the toddler to stop screaming and telling the older two to sit down on their butts and eat). I then clean up the disaster of the kitchen, the boys do chores and we will then have some family time. Family time includes playing outside, watching a movie, games, reading or some nights it’s just staring at each other since we are all so exhausted. Literally, we sit and stare. hahaha! We also spend several evenings watching the kids destroy every inch of the living room with paper airplanes, cars, toys, swords, crayons, glue and stickers….God, more stickers!!!! I typically shut my eyes and pretend it’s not happening and that I have 4 girls that sit around and play barbies, quietly in their room. Sigh.
Someone always gets hurt between the hours of 5:30 and 8. An eye is poked, an ankle is twisted, someone has a paper cut, an earlobe is sore…YES, I said earlobe. (Insert eye roll) The list goes on and on. I 100% ignore all cries of pain, literally. My famous line is “unless there is blood or a bone sticking out I don’t care.” I know what you’re thinking “My lands, did she just say that? How heartless.” Trust me, they’re fine. I promise. Boys are an occupational hazard. The quicker you accept that the sooner you’ll survive.
Boden goes to bed around 6:30-7 and depending on the night this can take 30 minutes or an hour. He no longer likes to be held in a cradled position so he always is on my shoulder staring at the back of the rocking chair, which means he is drooling and or spitting up all down my back. Yummy! So because I can no longer stare into his sweet eyes I finish up any e-mails, social media and other things I need to do electronically. All the other minions go to bed at 8 and 3-4 nights a week me and Jared head back down to the garage to finish up the displays that need to be shipped the next day. We call this a “hooker party” since it involves screwing, drilling and straightening an astronomical amount of hooks. We play music, chit-chat, go over our status of where we are at in the week with orders and such, make smoochy faces at each other and I’m not gonna lie there is a lot of butt slapping. (Hey, just keeping it real)
10:00 rolls around and we are usually finishing up so head upstairs to watch the news and sit in peace for a blissful few minutes. The rest of the night is pretty much spent in a state of delirium, coming in and out of consciousness since even breathing at that point is just plain exhausting. I mean running businesses and wrangling kids is no joke but it can be done.
To be completely fair I now have help that comes 3 mornings a week to help me wrangle my crazy and catch up on some errands/work. So this has helped tremendously! So please don’t be fooled that my life is perfect or filled with leisurely afternoons watching Dr Phil. Quite the contrary, but honestly it really is perfect in every way. I don’t say that because “I’m supposed to say that.” I say that because it really is true and I’m sooooooo soooooo soooooo grateful we have created this life for ourselves. It’s not a normal life, it’s not a typical life but it’s ours and we love every single part of it.