What time is it?

I am new to the world of blogging. However, my life is so slow right now (ah, I kid), I felt the need to document the ins and outs of my daily experiences. A little background, I am a mother and wife. I have been married 7 years, and have two little girls (ages 3 and 19 months). I work full time, and am trying (some days better then other's) to manage a balance between all the "roles" I play. My husband works many hours, and I have no extended family in the town where I live. What I do have is a wonderful support system of friends, and a pretty sweet little family of my own.

To begin my blog, I thought I'd give a run down of what a typical day means for me. However, days are so full, that I decided I'd start with just my morning routine.

Alarm, 5:00 a.m. (this morning was not so great, as 3 year old was in and out of our bed all night). Snooze. 5:30 a.m....I am up, ok! Husband has already left for work. Quick shower for me, and as I am about open my shampoo bottle, I have (on cue) 3 year old flinging open the shower curtain to watch me. This is such a regular occurance, I just tell her "good morning" and continue to clean up. To think I was at one time a very modest person. I finish my shower, dress, and put on make up. By this time, almost every toy from 3 year old's room has now been carried into our bathroom. I step over her Disney Princess figurines and pick her up. I then dress 3 year old (in a dress obviously....I am told pants are only for boys...of course I am in cords when this fact is pointed out to me). Her hair is curly, so it must be sprayed with water, combed, styled (bows must be added obviously). She then brushes her teeth, needs her newly pierced ears cleaned, and then demands to be fed. Frosted Flakes and OJ buys me time to dry and style my hair (I use the term "style" loosely, as I am ready in 10 min.).

It is now 6:30, time to wake up 19 month old (who sleeps like a log). She's a mama's girl, and is not happy to be woken up. I dress her, and comb her few strands of hair. It's then teeth brushed, and on to a cup of Dora yogurt and OJ.

While she eats, I throw in a load of laundry and clean the cat's liter box. This is followed by letting both dogs outside to do their business. I then clean up both children and the kitchen from breakfast, and turn on a little Seasame Street (I love you Elmo). This is when I make three beds, and run the vacum. I am a bit OCD, and feel the need to eliminate all pet hair from the floor.

7:30, I need to pack a quick lunch, put on everyone's shoes and jackets. This is when I will notice either a diaper needs to be changed, or 3 year old decides she wants to try to use the potty.

7:45, I am so going to be late for work.

7:52, I pull into work. The girls have a daycare that is next door to where I work (thankfully). I take them to their sitter's. Remove shoes and coats, make them feel comfortable (and reassure clingy 19 month old that I am not abandoning her). I then scoot to work at around 8:04. Late again.

It's only 8 a.m. and I am exhausted. However, in front of me is an 8 hour work day, followed by a night of events/activities, and time with the family.

Yeah, I totally have time for a blog. ; )