It’s not even Noon yet.

5:00am

*Screams from the Baby Monitor*

It’s my turn tonight to get up and cuddle the Milebear when it’s time… It’s time. For the Fourth time since 1am – Because 4 month sleep regression – YAY! Papi has to wake me up because I never hear the baby – and I stumble out of bed. Grab a bottle. Damn – last clean one gotta go to the store to get dish soap in the morning to clean the rest.

5:18am
Feed. Burp. Throw up. Finish feeding. Burp. More throw up. Change onesie & shirt. Cuddle. Burp. Fall back asleep.

7:00am
*Cue the Goo Goos & Gaa Gaas*

She always wakes up so Happy. Let’s let Papi and Chechies sleep and go on the other room. Goos. Gaas.

7:20am
Rumbley in her Tumbly. SHIT. No clean bottles.

Wash the last one we used with Hand Soap and hope for the best.

Feed. Burp. Throw up a little. Finish feeding. Burp. Cuddle. Burp.

8:30am
Play in bed while Mommy tries her hardest to fall back asleep for a few minutes.

9:00am
Ok. Kids gotta eat again – I have to go to the store. I think Papi and Chech are up. They can take care of Milé while I run to the store for soap. Clean the bottle again – it’ll be fine. Search for a sweater, because apparently South Florida has turned into Antarctica overnight. Hustle to the store.

9:20am
Ok dish soap. Dish soap. Dish soap. Ooh! Buy one get one free! Ooh Avocado 10 for $10? Hmm I should just do groceries since I don’t have kids and we need food to survive. Lettuce. Pears ooh yum Alex loves Pears. Ham. Cheese. Garbage Bags. What else… More down this aisle. Frozen veggies not fresh because I never make them in time and Javy gets mad at me when I throw away bad food. Hmm, what kind of meat is it again that I need for that Roast Memaw taught me? Let’s call her. Rump – looks like a triangle. Got it. Pasta. Rice – we got rice. Ooh Eggplant – that eggplant Mom made was good. Back to Produce… Ok where was I… Butter, Eggs, bagels… Ok let’s find a register.

Shit Dish Soap.

Ooh Starbucks Frappucino – I’ll take one of these for the road.

10:15am
Finally get home. Papi’s late for a meeting – I hear the shower running. I also hear a baby screaming. Alright kid – you’re gonna have to cry for 5 more minutes because I gotta get the food from the car.

Crap he’s gonna be hungry and he’s late – let’s throw a bagel in the toaster. Chech needs one too.

11:00am
Crap Milena’s crying again. Let’s see, let’s see. Ooh sitting play station… She won’t lay down because apparently that’s torture – but she’ll sit. Ok let’s get these groceries put away.

*Cue Mile Crying*

Oh snap now what?! White noise might help?
No chance.

Tetepa?

Nope still pissed.

Shit – she might be hungry again. Crap. No clean bottles.

*More Mile screaming*

Clean bottle. Bottle made. Feeding position. Ok baby girl I’m sorry – you’re hungry… Here you go.

*takes 3 sips & closes eyes*

Are you serious?! Ok now you’re sleepy…

*Chech from the other room: it’s okay mommy! It’s just water – it’ll dry up fine!*

Clean up water from dining room table, floor, placemats, chairs & kids’ shirt.

Milé up. Tetepa. Back to sleep.

*Chech from the bathroom: Mommyyyyy – I have lots of Caca!*

Take care of her business. Wash hands. Change her clothes. Back to kitchen. Put away Butter and eggs. Milé up.

She’s definitely hungry.

It’s not even Noon yet.