@Missdemeanorz My daily chores? Well I got up at 6am with the baby, pooey nappy change, dressed for the day, breastfeed. Took him in to wake up DD for school and supervise her brushing her teeth. Put the dishwasher on because DP forgot last night, but first took out the high chair tray and breakfast things and hand washed them while he sorted breakfast. Supervised the baby’s breakfast then cleaned him up, then he did a poonami so a nappy change and starting again with a new outfit. DP’s currently doing the school run while I supervise the kamikaze baby practising cruising (Mumsnetting over his head, obviously). He’ll nap at 9am for precisely 30 minutes which is my window to clear up breakfast things, wipe down high chair, unload dishwasher, prep his snack and lunch, assess the calpol stocks because it’s sick season, and whip round the house to tidy all the rooms for the cleaner who’s coming at 9.30. If I’m lucky I’ll have time to shower.
I’m actually not fully sure on what DP’s chores are because we split things fully to decrease the mental load (though he does like to give me endless laundry reports). He does bins, recycling, the tip, food shop and top-up shops, all laundry. Plus a bunch of other stuff I can’t remember, and as and when stuff like DIY, tech, changing lightbulbs. I do all cleaning (in-between weekly cleaner visits), tidying, the garden, decluttering as the baby rapidly grows through things, weekday dinners, half the weekend meals, meal plans, school communication, childcare admin, manage home renovation, everything car-related, everything cat-related, school holiday planning, homework, celebrations (anything ever needed for Halloween, Christmas, birthdays, Easter, tooth fairy, pancake day, firework night), bunch of other stuff that’s more as and when – tonight I have to make a fancy cake and tomorrow night prep some side dishes for a family thing we’re hosting this weekend, for instance.
Generally in the baby’s lunch nap of 90 mins I clear up his lunch and the blast zone, make and eat mine, prep the family dinner for that night or batch cook or batch freezer bags of sofritto, and deal with the endless to do list of random shite that family life entails. I usually sit down for a whole 20 minutes towards the end of the nap with a cup of tea, as that’s my last chance til the oldest goes to bed at 8pm. The rest of the day he’s awake and it is filled with breastfeeds and the baby’s dinner and going to the library for rhyme time and the playground for swings and the ducks to throw kale at them even though they want bread, and supervising him going up and down the stairs and nappy changes and snot sucking and calpol for teeth and occasional baby classes and, rarely, coffee with a friend – we’re all too busy. Although I don’t touch laundry I do put the baby’s clothes away because he’s always asleep in DP’s window to do that. Once he’s in nursery I’ll be completely hands-off.
When the baby was four months I did far, far less and DP either did more or we let things slide: my job at four months was surviving the sleep regression, regaining my fitness (I couldn’t walk during pregnancy so had completely atrophied), breastfeeding approximately 9,000 times a day, and watching 19 seasons of Grey’s Anatomy while I did so, because it’s not often you have a baby and it’s a big deal. I cannot fathom DP questioning anything I was doing at four months: I was doing exactly what I was supposed to. Everyone was fed and bathed and the house was a bit of a tip.