Ashley Akins is a single mom. She lives in the Dallas area with her 3-year-old son Briton. She works fulltime at The Campbell Agency as the fashion and art coordinator, working with the adult models and talent.
6:22AM My alarm goes off. I always set it at a number that ends in “2” – strange, I know. After a five-minute snooze, I'm up and in the shower.
7:10AM I hear a knock at my bathroom door. “One, two, three eyes on me!” he says. He’s learned so much at preschool. I scoop him up, get him cozy in my bed and turn on a show. Lately, all he'll watch is Team Umizoomi or Blue’s Clues. Team Umizoomi it is this morning. Thank goodness for the DVR. We practically have every single episode recorded.
7:45AM Breakfast for my little guy. Toast and juice is all he wants. Easy this morning, thank goodness. While he eats, I get his lunch together for preschool. He requests yogurt, apple slices with peanut butter and Angry Birds Cheese Nips. I get it together and cut up other fruit for the fruit smoothie I know he’ll ask for this evening.
8AM Brit plays with his new Cookie Monster counting game. He loves this thing. I finish getting ready for work.
8:30AM I'm dressed and ready. Now it’s time to dress Brit for preschool. I always lay out his outfit the night before to make it easy.
9AM I drop him off at preschool and get to work at the agency.
2:05PM I get a call from my mom (“Bella” to the grandbabies), who picks up Brit from school, and she tells me he had a great day and that he's been singing “Jesus Loves the Little Children” all the way home. She called because she knew I'd be calling any second to check on him. I usually can’t wait until I get home to hear how his day went.
5:30PM Off work. Time to get home and see my guy.
6:15PM Finally home after the lovely traffic. I walk in the door and immediately change into workout clothes. If I sit, I won't do it. The entire time I’m getting my tennis shoes on, Brit is asking me if I'm getting on the “tweadmill.” I tell him yes at least 10 times.
6:20PM I know he’s probably ready for dinner, but I really want to get my workout over with. I quickly make him a fruit smoothie with the fruit I cut this morning to hold him over. I use an apple, orange, banana, frozen strawberries and yogurt, and I sneak in some spinach. He loves it.
6:25PM I get on the treadmill with my audience (Brit) watching the entire time, while he slurps on his smoothie. He likes to be in there watching me; I think he's really studying how that thing works.
7PM I hop off and get this boy some dinner. I mean watching me work out had to have worked up his appetite. I ask him what he wants to eat. “Pizza, pwease!” Shocker. It’s his favorite thing to eat lately.
7:20PM Ding! Pizza's ready, and we sit down and eat. During dinner is always when I ask him 100 questions about his day. We’ll go over what he ate at lunch or what he did in Stretch-n-Grow. This is when I so wish I could be a fly on the wall when he’s at school. I’d love to see him in action throughout the day.
7:55PM Bath time for B. He's totally not in the mood, but I coerce him with a sugar-free Popsicle to eat while he splishes and splashes. The boy loves a Popsicle.
8:10PM Out of the bath. He gets dried off, jammies on and teeth brushed … time for bed.
8:20PM Brit is in bed. I get him comfy and cozy and let him watch a couple of YouTube Play-Doh videos on his iPad. He loves Play-Doh right now.
8:30PM I tell Brit it’s time for bed. We say a prayer, and I give him a kiss goodnight. Time for me to take a bath, get ready for bed and relax.
8:50PM Out of the bath. I put on my pajamas, put my hair in a bun on top of my head (because I’m too tired to dry it now) and brush my teeth. Time to get in bed, relax and watch a show.
9PM In bed and it feels so nice. Time to catch an episode of The Real Housewives of Miami.
9:45PM Show is over. I turn off the TV to go to sleep and get ready to do it all over again the next day.
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Published January 2014