7 a.m.: Baby starts babbling. Bring baby into bed with us. Dog wakes up and wants attention. Baby pets dog. Think how sad it is that many babies don’t have dogs.
7:15 a.m.: Husband gets dressed hastily and dashes off to work (did he brush his teeth? Is he wearing something appropriate?). Left with the baby in bed.
7:30 a.m.: Realize Sybil, the nanny, is coming in an hour. Try to dress baby in something that won’t cause Sybil to chastise me about my parenting skills. Dress baby in long sleeves, warm socks, warm pants, and sweater.
7:45: Feed baby, causing him to mess everything I just put him in.
8: Change baby so Sybil won’t yell at me about my messy baby.Put him in something similar to what he was wearing earlier.
8:15: Sybil comes early! Hooray! She chastises me anyway about not having enough cereal on hand.
8:30: Hastily get dressed. Think about how lucky my friends are who have babies with no dogs.
8:35: Toss the ball for Scout. Feel better about having Scout that it gives me an opportunity to get fresh air.
9: Get back to apartment. Feed Scout. Dress myself so I don’t look like a crazy homeless person.
9:15: Miss train.
9:25: Get on train.
10: At my desk.
10:15 - 5 p.m.: Working
5 p.m.: Oh shit! Today was my day to pick up the baby. Text Sybil to apologize; tell her we’ll pay her extra. No response.
5:30: Get home to pick up stroller. Walk in Arctic wind to pick up Sam at the nanny share. Apologize again. Get deathly stare.
6 p.m.: Get home. Apologize to Scout for not taking her out just yet. Nat comes home — hooray! Sam is happy. We feed Sam real food, give him medicine, give him bath.
6:30 p.m.: Nurse Sam, cut his fingernails so I don’t get the wrath of Sybil, put him in pjs, put him in his crib. He falls asleep like a champ.
7 p.m.: Catch up with husband briefly. Have him hug me.
7:15 p.m.: Leave to meet publicity contact in the hood.
7:30 - 9:30: Drink. Talk shop. Have a good time.
9:45: Come home. Take Scout outside.
10 p.m: Clean up apartment.
10:30: Bed. Thank god.