I wake up around 5:30. That's usually when Jasper's eyes open and he wants to start his day. His sister never slept with us but he's proving to be a tiny tyrant of sleep. He hasn't managed a night in his crib yet, 10 months into life. Anyway, meaty baby fists and feet pummel me into wakefulness and I reluctantly trudge downstairs to flip on the computer and make big sister's breakfast. I post things on the blogs I write for, personal and otherwise, as I wrestle my 4 year old into school clothes and ship her out the door to preschool with daddy. I contemplate how I could make more money and have more "me time" if I had a "real job" as I type with Jasper on my lap nursing.
Time goes by so quickly and I have to get Roo from school and make us all lunch. I try to catch up on laundry and write some more during her nap. Clickety clack, the keyboard is always going. Both kids like to type, too!
After naptime, we try to take a walk or do something active as a family. Go to the park, play on the swingset, etc. Then it's back home to start cooking dinner. After dinner and baths and putting the kids down, I spend some more time on the computer, getting things done that weren't finished earlier in the day.
I miss the regiment of the workplace. Home doesn't feel like a place to relax anymore.