I had an interesting conversation with my dad tonight. He actually seemed interested in what was going on with my kids. After explaining their minor ailments, I gave him the rundown on our evening due to his inquiry as to what my husband was doing. I said that he was giving Max (our 2 year old) a bath since I had just finished nursing and putting Noah (our 8 month old) down to sleep. After Max’s bath he would brush his teeth, read him a few stories and hopefully, he would get him to go to sleep before the 9 o’clock hour. Then I would go to bed as I am yawning the very words. My dad cut in and said, “Then Francisco will go to bed too.” I laughed. It was true. We were exhausted. Asleep by 10, no problem.

My dad then said something that was so true yet false at the same time…”A bit monotonous, eh?”

I realize that our days may be routine but they are never monotonous. Anyone with a 2 year old and an 8 month old will tell you that there is never a dull moment in the home. Max will be fine one moment and then freaking out the next and for no apparant reason. At least not one visible to us. He’ll start hitting us and kicking us and if we are really lucky, he’ll give us a good bite. All because he is tired. He might whine about something but we’ll never figure it out. He doesn’t really know either. He might see something on the buffet like a figurine from say, The Lion King and scream until we hand it to him and he’ll pretend that that whole display was about the figurine when in reality, he only just noticed that lion cub on his way to the time-out chair.

When all is finally quiet, I prep myself for bedtime with my own similar routine. Sometimes a shower, pajamas, brusha brusha brusha (reminiscent of the commercial in the movie Grease), a fresh glass of ice water on the night stand and then the final descent into my cozy bed. It is almost painful. I had been carrying so much stress in my lower back during the day, that laying down is actually initially painful.

Upon finally laying down, I will hit the DVR recordings and check out whatever I recorded that day and if it is Tuesday…WOOHOO!!! It’s my new favorite T.V. show, Wipeout!! I haven’t laughed that hard since……jeez, I don’t know. The thought of people’s bodies ending up in the positions they end up in in mid air is truly side splitting. And, the comments from the peanut gallery just kill me.

Then, I’m out cold…. till Noah’s first cries of hunger ring out……

So, yes dad, my evening may be routinous (new made up word) but never monotonous.