I always wonder what the heck people do on maternity leave. Even now I wonder this because I cannot seem account for my time.
Andy and Belén get home at the end of the day and after I have given and received ample hugs and kisses from my first born, asked her what she did today, to which she always replies, “Babies,” Andy inevitably asks me how my day went. While the most accurate response to Andy’s question is the same as Belén’s response to mine, “Baby,” my response is pretty typically, “It was good. We (insert a couple of the following activities: slept in, went for a walk, ate breakfast, ate lunch, spent time on twitter, barfed, had a blow out, took a bath [Eloise], took a shower [Mommy], took a nap, walked to the coffee shop, did tummy time, wrote a blog, watched a show on television, unsuccessfully attempted to keep myself hydrated, did dishes, did laundry, cleaned up, unloaded the dishwasher, edited some photos, read blogs, made dinner, made dessert), but honestly I cannot account for my time and I really don’t know where the day went.”
Andy usually says something like, “Oh ya. You spent a lot of time feeding her too.” and then we carry on with our evening.
Now would be an appropriate time to pause and say I am very happy to have an understanding husband who really gets the time warp that comes with having an infant. He has done enough of the baby rearing to know the herculean effort sometimes required to even shower in an eight-hour period while caring for a newborn. Therefore he doesn’t have unrealistic expectations of coming home to a manicured wife, spotless house with a gourmet meal on the table each night. Unfortunately, I have a bit higher expectations for myself so I do try maintain a clean house each day and provide a meal or at least a plan for a meal especially since Andy carried this load throughout my pregnancy. That said, there are still huge unaccounted for chunks of time each day which usually can be explained by Eloise and I sleeping in until past 10, exhausted from the night before.
Tuesday, I thought it might be fun to document my day a bit more than usual using photos. So in case you wonder what those “lucky” women on maternity leave do all day, here might be part of the answer.
Scour internet looking for recipes for dinner, settled on these two: Chicken Salsa Ranch Wraps and Nutella Mug Cake both found through an awesome recipe website my friend Lindsay sent me called Food Gawker
Take pictures of baby
Twitter/blog reading/photo editing
Walk to the grocery store taking pictures of neighbors flowers and sidewalk chalk drawings along the way
I am sure there were a bunch of other things I cannot recall including multiple feedings of the baby, mommy, etc.
Which brings us to the part of the day when Andy and Belén come home to a clean house with dinner *almost* ready…just needed to chop the lettuce for the chicken salsa ranch wraps and prepare the ingredients for the nutella mug cakes.
We ate dinner as a family as we do every night.
Then, as I was finishing up with dessert, Belén decided she wanted to listen to music.
And put on some dancing shoes.
And take off her pants so she could see her dancing shoes better.
After dancing, she was very helpful eating the excess nutella off of the measuring cups.
and whipped cream beater.
Then suddenly the produce bag was begging to be used for hide-and-seek.
And then finally dessert eating.
And only after she is as dirty as possible, “Up please mommy!”
And that, my friends, was our Tuesday…a day in the life of maternity leave.
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