Let’s Talk the First Week

After the first week back at work, my house looks like this…on a good night:

messy house

I look like this:

photo 2

Oh and one or both of my kids is usually down to their diaper within 10 minutes of us walking in the door.

I also have about 80 loads of laundry to do and our fridge has more breastmilk than food inside of it.

What a week it has been. We’re settling into a new normal. I’m not going to lie it’s been a challenge both emotionally and physically. Monday I cried from the moment Josh hugged me goodbye to the minute I parked my car at the office. Once I was there, I only had a few teary moments when talking to a coworker about our two August babies and how hard it is to leave them.

Tuesday was better and Wednesday even smoother. I will not say easy, but I didn’t cry all the way to work. (Only when I first got in the car.) I was surprised at how quickly a new schedule has emerged. Unfortunately this new schedule involves me waking up for the day at 4:30 am (Anderson was excited about it being Friday and decided 3:30 was perfect today). It goes a little like this:

12:30 am – Anderson wakes to nurse.

4:30 am – Milk call #2. As my alarm is set for 5 am, I just get up and start the day. No point in teasing myself with maybe 15 minutes of additional sleep.

5:10 am – Pump for 15-20 minutes so that I can leave a fresh bottle for Josh to give Anderson before he takes the kids to daycare.

5:30ish – Clean up the pump stuff, pack it in my bag, grab my lunch from the fridge, finish getting ready.

5:45 ish – Leave for Work

6:30-6:50 am – Arrive at work.

Throughout my work day I pump every two hours or so. I eat lunch at my desk so that I can leave by 3:15. The earlier I arrive the earlier I leave, which means I get to avoid some of the rush hour traffic that plagues my 42 mile commute.

3:45-4 pm – I arrive at daycare to pick up the kiddos. Most days this week I made it in time to nurse Anderson before he’d typically have his last bottle of the day. It’s nice that we get to cuddle and nurse for a little bit before we go pick up Ella. Once he’s done, we walk down the hall and pick up Big Sister who runs with open arms to me. Of course once she gives me my hug and kisses she’s on Anderson like white on rice. I love it. I love it a lot. Picking up the kids is the highlight of my entire day.

5:15 pm – Dinner is on the table. I’m so glad I made freezer meals before going back because it’s kind of chaotic when we get home. One or both kids is crying, needs a snack or milk and cuddles. I’d rather spend the time with them than cooking anyway.

6:00 pm – Bath, teeth brushing, jammies and stories. Oh and we pick out clothes for the next day. This saves Josh a morning battle with our little fashionista. Funny story, Ella did not like what Josh picked out for Anderson on Wednesday and had a complete meltdown about it. So she now picks out his clothes too.

6:30-6:45 pm – Ella is put into bed. We shifted bed time an hour earlier with the time change. She will stay up for an hour or more once she’s in bed regardless of what time it is, so we have to get her in early in order for her to get enough sleep.

6:45-8ish pm – Anderson is swaddled and nurses until he is out cold.

Once both kids are asleep, I transfer milk from the storage bottles to the glass bottles we use for daycare. Make sure they are labeled and ready to go for Josh in the morning. I also make my breakfast and lunch so that I can just grab them in the morning.

9ish – Pump one last time for my own comfort. It takes eh, about 15 minutes or so. Josh is nice enough to wash all the parts for me so I can get my ass in bed. He knows if momma is grumpy, it’s bad for everyone.

10 pm (at the latest) – I am in bed, asleep within seconds.

The return to work also happened to include me coming down with a nasty cold. Hopefully it will be gone soon because that coupled with little sleep is wrecking me. Next week, as long as our schedule holds, it looks like I’ll have a good hour to exercise in the evenings. Woohoo!

I’m pretty stoked to ‘sleep in’ this weekend, until, you know, to maybe 7.

Traveling Thursday

It is Thursday right?

I’m in Chicago at a marketing conference. Though educational, it has been jam packed. Few short breaks and long long days. Unfortunately that doesn’t leave time to go do much sightseeing. Last night I was able to enjoy the Chicago skyline, complete with late night fireworks before I passed out in bed.

Photo: Why hello Chicago.

I miss my family. It’s been almost six months since my last trip. This will be my last one before baby #2 comes along. Though it’s nice to get away from time to time, I’m ready to sleep in my own bed. Josh recorded a little message for me last night to keep me from being to home sick:

Ok, break over, time to head down to the awards and gala event.

Feeling Unprepared

I’m feeling unprepared for the week ahead. Tomorrow afternoon I am leaving for my longest business trip since Ella was born. I’m heading to Las Vegas for six days for our biggest trade show of the year. It was this same show last year that I left Ella for the first time to manage.

You would think a year later I wouldn’t be struggling with leaving, but here I am, freaking out. Six days were a long time to be away from Josh and home before Ella, now it seems like an eternity. Aside from quick trips over the past few months, I haven’t been away from more than two nights since I was in Boston, nine months ago.

I think Ella must sense that I’m going away because she is being extra clingy and has even been nice enough to want to hang out with only me in the middle of the night. I hope that after the first night I’m away (it’s always the worst), she’ll be a good sleeper for Josh. Six bedtimes without mommy and her milk should be interesting. At least there is Skype so she can see me and I can say goodnight just like I do when we’re at home.

Leaving Ella isn’t the only thing I’m feeling unprepared for. I’m also running the Las Vegas Rock n’ Roll Half Marathon on Sunday. I had the best intentions of sticking to the training plan I created for myself. I really did. Then life happened. Work got insanely busy, Ella got sick, I got sick. I still got in my long runs, but my speed work went straight down the tubes. It’s not necessarily the distance I’m uneasy about since I ran 13 miles a week ago, it’s my pace I’m unsure of. I’m still planning on this being a fun run, but it’s the last distance race of the season for me and it would be great to go out with a PR.

Surprisingly the trade show that I’ve been planning for months now is the only thing I’m not stressed about. We’re going to have a beautiful new booth and hopefully a great turnout. I’m going to be super busy so the days should fly right by. When I get home it will only be 15 days until we have 12 glorious days of vacation as a family. Cannot wait!

I know Ella will be fine. Josh will be fine. I’m sure they will have a lot of fun having father-daughter time. The race will go how it is supposed to go. I just need to relax and let go. On the bright side of things, I get to eat great food and get hours of uninterrupted sleep. I may even get to work out before 8pm.

Back in the Saddle

I’m not sure how it’s possible, but I actually got less sleep at my sales conference than I do at home. Oh wait, it might be because my coworkers are crazy and we stayed out until the wee hours of the morning. Tuesday night, well Wednesday morning, I got 2.5 hours of sleep. Total. For the whole night. 3:30-6 am. Not smart. Luckily I had a 4.5 hour plane ride to catch a few zz’s on. I was out cold before the safety demonstration.

Between the meetings and late nights, I did not exercise a single time. Unless walking from room to room counts. I ate and drank too much, caught a glimpse or two of the beach…


I rode on a boat…


But I did not exercise.

My body feels exhausted and heavy which isn’t suprising since the scale indicated I put on 4lbs on this trip, oops. I’m home and need to get back on track so that I’m ready for my next half in just over two weeks. Finger crossed the weather will be nice enough to plop Ella in the stroller and go for a run around the neighborhood. If nothing else, my legs have had time to recover from last weekend, right?

A new favorite

Boston may be my favorite new U.S. city. I loved the beautiful buildings, how walk able it is, the food, the shopping, and of course the running. I was lucky enough to stay at a hotel right on Copley Square which meant I walked everywhere.

Here’s a glimpse of my trip.


Deliciousness at Mike's Pastry

The North End...Italian food heaven.

Did you know there was such thing as a yoga rave?

Thank you Westin.


It’s a good thing I did all of that walking because we ate and drank very well while we were there. I did make time to exercise every day and of course went for a run, but that’s a post by itself. There was also some work in there too!