I keep seeing posts and YouTube videos detailing people’s routines: morning routines, night routines, or daily routines. The other day I stumbled across an article on the Baby Center website that outlined different daily routines based on being a stay at home versus a working mom (linked here.) So, to keep in the spirit of the fad, I thought I’d share my typical daily “routine.”
Sometime between 5:00 and 8:00 am – Baby girl (hereafter referred to as “Peanut,” a nickname she’s had since she was in the womb) and I get up, start the coffee, change her diaper, and get dressed.
Sometime between 5:00 and 7:30 am – My husband gets up and joins us, unless he’s leaving for work while we’re still sleeping.
9:00 am – 4:30 pm – Peanut and I play with her toys and read stories. When she gets fussy I try to feed her (sometimes nursing, sometimes a bottle) or change her or hold her until she is better. When she sleeps I either clean, do laundry, or sleep too, depending on the night we’ve had.
4:45 pm – My husband gets home (unless he’s working late). He plays with Peanut while I cook supper.
Around 5:30 pm – We eat.
6:00 pm – 10:00 pm – We play with Peanut. I try to straighten up the house. Peanut has a bath and generally a late evening nap from which she awakes to want to play more.
Sometime at night – We all go to sleep.
Briefly after that – Peanut fusses until I pick her up. We retreat to the nursery to sleep the rest of the night in the recliner.
Throughout the night – Peanut wakes and I nurse her back to sleep. My husband comes in to see if I want him to take a turn. We switch off sitting/sleeping in the chair with Peanut.
Morning – It starts over.
You see, we don’t have too much of a “routine” right now. When Peanut is hungry, I feed her. When she’s tired, I rock her to sleep. When she’s wet or dirty, I change her. In between we play and read stories and do tummy time and clean the house. We listen to music and I read the Bible to her. Sometimes we run errands or go to Grammy and Grampy’s house. We text Daddy and wait for him to come home. We sometimes cry and we giggle a lot.
Some days are easy, when Peanut is in a good mood and so am I; when I get the whole house clean and do laundry and we play and giggle a lot. Some days are so hard, when she is fussy or I’m struggling or things have piled up and I can’t seem to get ahead. Sometimes it feels like our days are filled with chaos. But truly, each day I stay at home with this sweet baby is a wonderful gift and I thank God every day for blessing me so much.
We don’t really have a “routine,” and that’s okay with me, because I know that these days are fleeting. We pretty much do the same things each day, but every day Peanut is growing bigger and learning more and more. I try to bask in the glow of that first smile she gives in the morning and to remember the sound of her sweet little laugh. I let her take naps sitting on my lap or laying in my arms. I cherish the fact that I get to stay home with her because my husband works so hard for our family.
In all, I really admire those families that can have a daily routine that is actually scheduled and works. But for now I think our “routine,” of just living life, is working just fine.
A baby will make love stronger, days shorter, nights longer, bankroll smaller, home happier, clothes shabbier, the past forgotten, and the future worth living for.