For Thursday, April 6
5:42 a.m. Shmoo wakes up and begins playing with his toys. WTF, kid? I thought the time change would buy me a few later-wakeups this week, but Shmoo has already made the transition.
5:44 “Mama Mama Mahuhuhmama up-ah up-ah up-ahhaha.” I go down to get his vitamin juice and OJ for me. I creep back upstairs. His tone is whiny, so I decide to wait a bit to see if he calms down and falls back asleep.
5:58 Loki cat jumps off the bed to investigate. I hear all go quiet in Shmoo’s room. Thank God—I lie back down.
6:01 “Mama Mama up-ah up-ah . . .” I grab the juice and go to his room. Pick him up, open the blinds, he asks for a nurse and I oblige. I finish the book I have been reading. This is good; I can return it to Mom when they visit next week.
6:22ish. Shmoo finishes the nurse and wants to play with the gel fish decals on the window. I take off his fleece sleeper and pick out his clothes, change the diaper.
6:30 Shmoo toddles off to our bedroom. He asks “Kruck?” Last night we watched a power company worker check our neighbor’s wires with a cherry picker truck. Shmoo is disappointed that the truck is no longer there. “Uh-oh” he says. He finds a match box and entertains himself by taking the match sticks out of the box and putting them back in, and then tossing them around.
6:40 I start a quick bath for myself, go downstairs to grab clean clothes out of the dryer and blueberries, ½ a banana, and cereal in a Snack-Trap for Shmoo. Shmoo seems confused that the bath is for me, not him. Routines are off this week because HPR is away at a training. I have been single-parenting since Sunday. My hat’s off to people who do this all the time.
7:00 Done with the bath, dressed, and made up. I take Shmoo downstairs. I offer him a fruit/cereal bar and prepare his lunch.
7:30 Wipe encrusted fruit/cereal bar from my right shoulder.
7:40 Wipe encrusted snot from my left shoulder. Shmoo heads upstairs and I spot him. He wanders around and I brush my teeth. When he sees me brushing my teeth, he must brush his own . . . with MY toothbrush. NOW. While being held. I finish brushing my teeth with a second toothbrush while holding Shmoo.
7:45 Wipe encrusted toothpaste from the back of my left shoulder. Begin the shoe/coat wrangling act.
8:00 Get on the trolley.
8:33 Arrive at daycare bldg. I ask Shmoo if he wants to walk and he does. Up the ramp and all through the courtyard. I love walking beside him in this courtyard: no traffic to worry about, and he seems so independent and full of joy when he can walk on his own. Shmoo is a trouper and is mellow at the daycare drop-off.
8:43 Catch bus on Walnut Street
9:04 Off the bus and into my office. I greet my boss, who is making coffee. Grab some of the coffee and head upstairs. I eat the last of my homemade scones and some Nestle caramel treasures as I check work email and begin the day.
9:59 Notice that I still have encrusted snot on my shoulder. Shrug. I’ll get it next time I get to the bathroom.
10:03 Notice via guardiancam that the daycare providers have taken all the kids’ shirts off. Must be art time!
10:16 Make an offer (through email) to one of two candidates we interviewed to be our summer intern. Through the morning I print manuscripts that I’ll take with me over my 3-day weekend to select pull quotes, send email invitations to DC-area political science faculty for our upcoming “Get Out the Vote” symposium on April 24.
1:08 p.m. Take a break to read a couple of blogs. Go downstairs to heat up my soup (chickpea, garlic, spinach—basically, it’s hummus in soup form) and assemble my salad. Bring the food back up to my desk and alternate between work and personal. I do a draft throughout the day for this post.
1:50 Back to focus on work.
4:11 Take this screenshot from Guardiancam [click to enlarge]. Shmoo is at left, with zebra and book. His girlfriend, Willow, is standing with overalls. Willow always greets Shmoo and invites him to sit next to her. Shmoo is always rather aloof.
5:02 Post my draft to the blog (unpublished). Leave work and head to the subway.
5:34 Arrive at Shmooie’s daycare. I chat with Miss Margo about Shmoo’s day.
5:44 Shmoo walks all through the courtyard by himself, and much of the way back to the subway. He fusses when I pick him up to cross the streets.
Transfer at 30th Street station to the trolley. A woman sitting by us says Shmoo looks exactly like me. I mumble something benign. He’s a blend. Recent photos make us think that he’ll look like a cross between HPR and my brother when he grows up. Lucky kid! On the trolley, we sit in the very back seat. This provides for great distraction through the underground passageway as we can look at the trolley behind us and pretend it’s going to catch up to us. Then our trolley goes around a corner and the following trolley goes out of view. “Uh-oh!” says Shmoo.
6:25 We are home. It’s pleasant weather. Shmooie points to the back door and says “da?” “da?” This means he wants to give a treat to our neighbor’s rottweiler, Buster. I bought a box of dog biscuits just for Buster and Davis, our other neighbor’s pit bull. Small investment to be on the good side of these two dogs! Shmoo, the cats, and I all hang out in the late-day sunshine.
6:45 Shmoo and I sup on cold pizza. We are two bachelors! After we eat we play and read a bit.
7:35 Pajamas and bedtime routine for da Shmoo. While he plays in his room I pick out 3 Shmoo outfits—one for tomorrow and two to pack for our trip to Harpers Ferry. I nurse him and he drops off by 8.
8:10 I pour myself a glass of red wine and finish my meal while doing a su doku puzzle. I set out my clothes for our trip, plan what Shmoo food I’ll pack, and tidy up the kitchen a bit.
9:15 HPR calls. We are reminded of our nightly calls to each other when we lived in different towns in Bulgaria. I will be so glad to see him tomorrow.
9:45 Turn on the computer to finish up This Day in April post and check email. Discover that I must not have saved the draft. Write a placeholder post because I’m too tired to start over.
10:15 Go to bed.