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A day in the life of a SAHM

A day in the life of a SAHM

It’s 10p.m. and I’m dicing carrots. With the door slightly ajar, I can hear him sucking his thumb. It’s the end of the long weekend and the start of me having to organise my own meals in the day.

It’s 4:22 a.m. and he’s laughing and cooing. Shucks, this is the calm before the storm. I quickly get up and attend to him. He bawled a loud one midway of his diaper change. I scurried to wash my hands before feeding him. Ten minutes after his feed, he fell asleep. An hour after his feed, I fall asleep.

It’s time for him to go to work. I feel him kiss my cheek.

It’s 8:22 a.m. and this time, he’s crying.¬†Tearfully¬†crying for his lazy mom to get up and feed him. So I feed him, burp him, change his diaper, return him to his crib. I talk to him for a while before I go to the kitchen to drop the ingredients into the slow cooker, separate the laundry for wash, and gobble down some breakfast. I plop onto bed. I turn to him in his crib. We fall asleep.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Darn! The laundry is done. I can’t move. I turn to the crib and he’s still fast asleep. Just a few more minutes, I think to myself. Wishful thinking, he’s awake now. So I pick him up, bring him along while I unload the washer. I place him on his Parklon and speak to him while I’m putting out the laundry. Five minutes into pegging t-shirts onto hangers, he starts to cry. I explain to him that he needs to wait just a few minutes because I am not done. I then realise that it’s not hunger, he wet his diaper. Perfect since it’s time for his bath.

The water from the taps are still turbid after yesterdays water disruption. I lug his bath tub to the kitchen to get water from our filter which flows at possibly a slower rate than when you pee. Meanwhile, I pour some water from the kettle into a pot to heat up. He smiles at me while I’m drying him.

I played with him and read him his books. I put him to sleep for a nap on the couch.

It’s 2 p.m. and I finally get a moment to myself while I wait for the piping hot porridge to cool. It won’t be long before we do this again: feed, burp, diaper change. I take this opportunity to soak the veggies and thaw the meat for dinner.

It’s 7 p.m. and I have already washed the rice, set it in the cooker, and prepared the dishes. In between, I’m checking in on the little one. I leave Jack Johnson playing in the background.

He walks in the door. I couldn’t be happier to see him. We place the bouncer next to the dining table and have our dinner. Lately, we have found that he prefers to be next to us instead of alone with his toys.

My husband washes the dishes while I feed the baby. He fetches the bath water and he bathes his son before putting him to sleep. We sit down in front of the tv and watch an episode of Parenthood before we head off to bed.

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