Since I’ve had this blog, I’ve done a DITL every Valentine’s Day. Looking back at one photoed day, in its entirety, for each year, is a trip and a half, to be sure. My days have changed so much since the girls were babies / toddlers. And I, for one, am so grateful. Phew!
This year, a bunch of my guest and contributing posters came together and captured a full day of their own this past week. And looking at each one, our days are so varied, and yet all of them so spectacular!
This is my day. And at the end of it, links to everyone else’s day, and also links to my February 14ths from each year. It’s a really interesting project. And I love it.
6:30 a.m. Wake up, buttercup. Time to get the kids ready.
6:45 a.m. They’re obviously not feeling it.
Oh, well, if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em. Time to make the beds.
I’m supposed to be getting their breakfasts ready, but, oh look, a full dishwasher, and more dirties in the sink. Grand. I do that first, then the breakfasts.
7:40 a.m. I don’t know why we always leave ourselves 30 seconds to get to school
, but it is what it is.
Welp, they’ll be safe here for a few hours. Off I go.
8 a.m. – I post my blog (an easy one this day, just the 365 feminist selfies update). Then I edit this manuscript. (I’m a romance novel content editor in my free time, true story.) Thankfully, I’ve already read through this one once, and now I’m just looking for typos and such.
Welcome to my break room.
9:30 a.m. I’ve made our breakfasts and his lunch. My husband will leave for work in about 20 minutes.
As soon as he leaves, I do, too. I’d promised the girls I’d “eat lunch” with them that day. They’re so cute when they see me show up at school.
10:30 a.m. and I run back home to print out some paperwork for the Internal Review Board for a research paper I have to do this semester. Of course, then I’m late to yoga.
11 a.m. And who is snapping photos when class is already in session? I’m so very zen. I’m sure none of these people minded the distraction at all.
On my way back from yoga I stop at the Publix to pick up some SweetHearts (for my sweethearts. HAH).
12:30 p.m and I am STARVING. Thank God for leftover lasagna.
1 p.m. – I’ve only got a few minutes before I have to pick up the girls, so I try to update Don’t Need an Excuse, and good news! I got paid (peanuts) for my blog that day! Perhaps I won’t overdraw my account this month after all! Huzzah!
1:45 p.m. – These are the happy faces I can’t wait to pick up each and every day.
Feed them! QUICK.
Phew. Now they’re feeling better. Maybe they’ll even take off their coats (I swear they don’t live in their coats!!)
Now that they’re settled and playing, I suppose I should take care of this bad boy.
But not yet. First I’ll lay down because I CAN.
15 minutes of lay-down time, and the girls wanted to ride their bikes. It’s just as well. I have shit to do, and it’s a beautiful FL day out there. Peace out, kids!
Lookie! All clean. Now I can…oh wait.
I forgot today was bathroom day. Ugh.
Okay! Now we’re done time for…oh wait.
How does this happen, dishes?
Living room? What do you have to say for yourself?
YOU’RE CLEAN NOW, TOO. Are you happy? Damn, I hate housework.
5 p.m. Kids are back and I’m starving again. So I get pretzel chips and brie cheese.
And the girls get pizza bites, blueberries and banana for dinner, because did you see all the cleaning I just did? The mom shop is closed, for real. (Also, I was their BFF for this dinner. Dulce actually said, as she hugged me, “I will never forget this, mom.” LOL
Okay, Cinderella, this will never do. That ball ain’t going to attend itself.
I clean up pretty nicely. I’m excited because my husband and I are going out for Valentine’s Day for the first time in seven years. Yup. Also, it’s our first date night since August. We are so glamorous.
Didn’t get a shot of the tapas place where we ate, but here’s the outside area of one of the bars we went to after our meal. V classy. I had a “mint juliep”. Haha.
Here’s a selfie at the next and final bar we stopped at, to prove I actually did get out of the house. (Carlos isn’t much one for taking pictures while you’re supposed to be out on a romantic date. So you all just get me. You’ll just have to take my word for it that he was there.)
And home again, home again. Time to get into bed and do it all again the next day.
Not enough of me? We’ve got 2013
, and 2011
all cued up. LOL
Had way too much of me already? Check out some AWESOME days from other people: (These are seriously worth your time.)