On the Daily w. Mars

As I sit here and try and conjure up a list of things I do throughout the day, as to why I’m so exhausted all the time, I realized the importance of LITTLE THINGS. You see a day in the life of any moms, a stay at home one at that is often misconceived for doing absolutely nothing. So I thought I’d share with you what I do on the daily.

4:15 a.m. 

My alarm goes off to encourage J to get up and not miss his alarm set for fifteen minutes later. While J, usually gets himself up with or without my alarm (though sometimes from exhaustion, he misses his two set time). But as a wife, these are the small things we do for them. In the last few weeks, from being super tired due to being up throughout the night to feed my now one year old, Cassiopeia who still cries for milk at least twice during the night. Lately, Artemis has also been whining for milk at least once during the night. I don’t know why Artemis has started with this, because after she was born she only spent a few months doing this. Then as soon as she learned to sleep through, she was great. Perhaps, more and more as a two year old, her sleep gets disturbed by her baby sisters cries and the only way she knows to get back to sleep is the soothing coolness of milk. With that said, when you go to be past 12 a.m. most nights, and rarely due to the kids, and more because of your brain being incredibly annoying and keeping you up with unbearable thoughts of everything and nothing at the hours of rest-it proves the theory of moms being sleep deprived.

7:10 a.m. 

This is my second alarm for Apollo, the now eight year old who is by law required to go to school like most children. I’ve started giving him the responsibility of waking up with an alarm and helping himself get ready and fix a breakfast he’d rather enjoy. I’ve accepted that my versions of breakfast, as half-fancy as they are, is not something he likes and almost, always, would rather suggest to me what’s better than what I’ve got. Usually Nutella wins. Because nuts aren’t ever allowed these days to school, I often allow it for his once a day intake of all that hazel-nutty goodness. I used to have it for lunch at times as a child. There are tons of good lunches I used to have as a child and not necessarily healthy for you but with the times we live in, everyone is either organic based foods, or something But that’s not really for me to elaborate on, as each parent is entitled to those choices for their family.

Most of the time, Apollo misses his alarm, or will get up, turn it off, turn the lights on in the bathroom, and run the faucet. It racks up my bill for water and hydro by the way, because he’s actually gone to bed to go back to sleep when he does this. Ugh, it makes me so mad. I’d always find myself up there waking him up, and upset at the fact that he’s wasting so much energy and water. But really, it’s because my 8 year old who was just seven before Saturday that just passed, managed to trick me! He’ll spend about 20 minutes brushing his teeth, in between playing and staring at himself in the mirror. He’ll receive another reminder to hurry and that’s usually when he decides to finish pretending to brush his teeth. He’ll then take another 10 minutes getting dress, in between playing with toys or reading a book, because when your kids have no concept of time, or care for time, this is usually how the drill goes. He’ll finally make it downstairs, where his breakfast is waiting, a Nutella sandwich, with a cup of milk, 2 gummy vitamins, and a 1/4 cup of vitamin c. On the off chance that I get him to eat anything else, I’ll offer him, waffles, cereal, or muffins (you probably think how unhealthy). Well that’s all he’d really say yes to, unless i had about two hours to fight him throughout the whole meal time on eating and forcing him to eat what I view as healthy. He’d be late for school, or never make it!

8:45 a.m. 

We leave the house, considering I’ve strapped on Cassi in her car seat, had the middle one dressed in outdoor gear, and we’re moving along out the door, without any fuss. Most morning, the idea of going out the door, into the car is a good thing for my kids. So it’s not always tears, and fighting, and screaming. We get to his school in 3-4 minutes driving to, but if we had to walk like we did last summer, it takes about 25 minutes to get to, and from. So there goes almost an hour of exercise you say.

8:55 a.m. 

We’ve usually returned from dropping off Apollo to school.
I rarely take the girls with me for any types of errands, because it’s either I didn’t have enough time to take with me a diaper bag, or I’d rather feed them breakfast at home and having to get ready again to go out and run errands is just too greatly in exhaustion. I’ve accepted I’m weak, alone, during mornings. That I don’t have the patience to get through the crying, or the need to run around the grocery store chasing a two year old with a baby in a double-stroller. Trust me, I’ve tried the giving them responsibilities and including them in the process. But why?! Why can’t I just grocery in peace. Thus, mos of the time I wait on J to get home from work to do all the errands I require to do. Aside from doctor appointments, or anything else that needs me to do it in the day.

I make the usual eggs, and spam (ham), for Artemis. She’s not a picky eater. She’ll usually want to opt for a Nutella sandwich like her brother, but I’m usually at good at redirecting her wants through voice changes (haha-winning). She’ll have a choice of oatmeal, eggs and spam, or something of left overs she’s filipino enough to have without overthinking the idea of it’s breakfast, these are not breakfast foods.

I then clean up.
I sweep the floor, wash the dishes from the morning, the bottles from the night before, and put away dishes.

9:15 a.m.

The girls take some time to play.
They do this, while I multitask on social media. Whether that means, I check notifications, emails, comments, write, or just browse.

10:30 – 11:30 a.m.

I get the girls to nap. Usually it takes only 15 minutes to get them to sleep, on a good day. If not, it does take the hour to.

11:30 a.m.

I continue finishing up my stuff. Blogs, emails, etc..
I usually tidy up the house, take some time for myself, if I didn’t end up napping with the girls.

1:30 p.m.

Lunch. Clean-up, sweep, and ready to get their older brother from school.

2:30 p.m. 

We head to the school to wait for about an hour, because parking by the fence is easier with the girls without having to take them out of the car to get him from the confinement of the school. It’s hard to get parking by the fence, if you’ve come past 3 p.m.

3:30 p.m.

Apollo is out. We head home and they have snack. Apollo does homework. Nap for the girls.

4:00 p.m. – 5:30 p.m.

I begin making dinner. Prep, cook, and feed the kids. Apollo showers.

5:30 p.m. 

We relax. Well the kids relax.

6:30 p.m. – bedtime

J gets home, and he has dinner. Then it’s time with their dad. If I need to go run errands, I leave after everyone has eaten dinner and is just taking some time to relax. It could be a hockey game watching time, while the girls play, while Apollo gets an hour of screen time. by 7:30 p.m. he gets ready for bed. By 8:00 p.m. he’s in bed. This may be time for tag in terms of him coming out of his room, going back, until he finally falls asleep.

After getting back, I usually do all the dishes that were left after cooking, and eating. I put away any groceries I might have bought. I put a load or two in the wash. I tidy up the kitchen, the play area, get the girls ready for bed and all the bottles ready for the night.

Everyone on most nights is in bed and asleep by 11:00p.m. I take the time after to shower, read through contents online to influence or help me with my blog. I either write, or email back, or anything else I want to do for myself.

12:30 a.m. or 1:00 a.m. 

When I go to sleep.

 

In between these times, there are obviously diaper changes. Somebody at some point was sick. Someone at some point, exploded out of their diapers and I’m washing them up, their pooped-on clothes, and everything in between. There’s the constant fighting, tugging between each other for toys, and everything you can imagine above all the needs and have to’s. 16299789_10154809117160619_2981849759241851080_o

 

 

Crazy Ones.

It’s five past nine. One is asleep, the other terrorizing the living-room. The one terrorizing the living room, seems to be in a phase lately where she’s mad at the world, and everyone else. She babbles, but I have no clue what she’s trying to say. Arty turned one in the beginning of January, is she going through the crazy ones, twos, and threes? She can say no, now. She climbs the couch, and can walk here and there. The crazy thing is, she’s been mad lately. Mad during nap times, mad during feeding time, mad during chillin’ time.. she’s always scratching, whining, and just plain crazy in the last few days. Is it the weather? Is it the Winter Blues?

I’m currently blogging from my kitchen, because Arty is on a crazy frenzy of scratching like a cat. Today she must have scratched me an insanely amount of time that I’ve stopped counting. But anyway, that’s my kitchen, which still smells like fried milkfish, which I had cooked for dinner tonight, with a side of fried eggplant and tomatoes. Typical Filipino dinner tonight. 

I’ll be posting some photos of dishes I’ve cooked recently. Just been too lazy to edit them. 

Anyway, I’m signing off for the night. The hubby is enjoying the movie, “Mama Mia”, I think I’ll join him. 🙂

Mac & Cheese. 

The staple food, in every Canadian household with children. 

If you’ve never tried it. TRY IT!

It’s one of those memories, you can count on to have for story time. 

There’s really just one way to make it, according to the box instructions. But you can dress it, in many different ways. I like hotdogs and ketchup. Mostly ketchup. 

But this is worth a blog, because look at my photography skills, and yum. 

Fruit.snacks.

aK: Mom can I have a fruit snack?

Mom: sure

aK: yess!

aK leaves, gets a fruit snacks and situates his content self on the glider chair.

Arty then looks at aK, then looks at me, then looks at aK again.

Arty crawls to aK, begins to scratch his leg like a cat playing with a string.

aK thinks it would be smarter of him, to get up and start jumping.

Arty looks at him, waits for him to stop.

aK puts a gummy in his mouth, as he watches television.

Arty then, crawls to aK, and pulls his shorts down.

aK being the dramatic child that he is, screams and falls on the floor, dropping his gummies.

Arty quickly picks up two gummies that she saw fall out of the package, and proceeds to shove both of them in her mouth without any second thoughts.

This my people is, SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST.

notaproudmalaysian:

Parenting according to Leslie Knope.

I tried this one time.

I told Apollo this Asian vegetable called “sayote” which taste like nothing was given to me by some pirate, I met on the street.

When I finished cooking the vegetable, and I proceeded to put it in his mouth, the smell threw him off and he ran away.

At least, I tried.

Si-ni-gang

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There are only a few things in this lifetime that I know how to cook. I don’t have the passion to cook meals and dishes that people go “Ah, that’s delicious!” I burn things on the regular, and make creations that aren’t always delicious to most. But in the few I do know how to conjure up is this Filipino Traditional Dish, the “Sinigang”. It’s a tamarin, sour based soup, with a variety of vegetables like: egglplant, bak choy, white radish, and string beans. The meat also varies from beef, or pork. I mostly make mine with pork ribs, or pork neck bones. The meat is to help with the taste, but some people love lots of meat in the soup. J and I, prefer the vegetables and broth over the meat. So a small amount of meat to give the broth extra taste is what has me making this dish on the regular.
With the boy being sick, he’s exhausted with the chicken noodle soup, so I thought I’d make him a different cup of soup. Usually Apollo only eats the rice and broth, as most kids who know this dish usually tends to go for, but with his cough, the rice may have been a contributing factor to his cough attacks being agitated more than soothed.  

What was cooking for your Friday dinner? 

It’s Friday, right?

xoxo, mom

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