Mommy Diaries: A Wednesday in the Life of Laura Murchison

Laura Murchison
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February 26, 2015
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Laura Murchison and her husband of seven years, Burk, live in Dallas with their 3-year-old daughter, Maris, and their menagerie. Laura owns a pet-sitting service, and Burk works in guest services at Reunion Tower.

6AM I wake up, enjoy my cup of Café Du Monde chicory coffee in quiet and review my schedule for the day. As the owner and operator of the Critter Companion, a pet-sitting service, my schedule varies from day to day. Today will be lighter, with only two families to visit three times each. During these six trips, I will care for three kitties and a total of five dogs. Hazel is a retired racing greyhound, Bailey’s a Pomeranian, Cocoa is the sweetest rescued pit bull on the planet, and Alamo and Tux are both mischievous mutts.

6:45AM Our gatos malos are all staring at me, waiting to be fed. After the kitties, it’s vittles for Pecos and Brazos, our Texas map turtles.

7AM A little head full of curls has come down the stairs and is still sucking her thumb.  She pops it out long enough to sweetly ask for “Shasha milk please” and an episode of Little Bear. With her happily attended to, our lanky wolf hybrids amble down accompanied by our one-eyed Shih Tzu. My husband soon follows for a good-morning kiss and coffee.

7:30AM I make Maris’ lunch, which consists of cheese sticks, fruit and honey peanut butter on Ritz crackers.

7:45AM The laborious task of getting dressed begins. We have school Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Today is chapel, so I have a smocked dress and monogrammed bloomers I am prepared to wrangle her into. Aside from that, I’m lucky these days if she wears pants. "This too fits" seems to be the latest phrase for her not wanting to wear something. Then my pint-sized Imelda Marcos starts requesting to wear her beach shoes, rain boots or the Hello Kitty sparkly tennis shoes she has outgrown. I finally resort to telling her she can choose from her blue-flowered shoes, her plain brown ones or she can stay home and mop floors. The blue-flowered shoes it is. Now the fun part. Her hair is finally long enough to “do.” I get her to patiently hold still while I put in two ponytails that stick up by her ears. "No bows, Mama! No bows!" she emphatically pronounces.  

8:15AM We leave for school. Today her musical requests vary from “Sweet Child O’ Mine” to Justin Bieber’s “Baby” to “the song they sang at your wedding” (“Dona Nobis Pacem”). “Faithfully” rounds out the mix, and we have arrived.

8:50AM I walk her to class and tell her to work hard and do her best. Hugs, kisses and “I love you’s” are exchanged, and then it’s off to work.

9:30AM My morning rounds begin. Both houses involve detailed feeding regimens, and three dogs require medicine.

11:45AM I come home for a quick lunch and to start dinner in the Crock-Pot. Tonight will be curried cauliflower and chickpeas with okra. Then I prep our usual salad with lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, shredded carrots, onion and Highland Park Cafeteria’s house dressing. I try to buy only organic, non-GMO food whenever possible. Daddy and Maris will be having breaded fish sticks, which I will throw in the oven later.

1PM It’s time for afternoon rounds. The weather is beautiful to be out walking dogs.

3PM I pick up Maris from school, where she proudly announces she not only took a nap, but she also got no “chill time.” So it’s off to Jamba Juice for her much-anticipated reward of pineapples, blueberries, strawberries and bananas.

4PM We come home, check the mail and let the wolfies in. I’m feeling guilty because we missed our walk with them today. A big part of our family time revolves around those three miles along the creek. Next, Maris and I go out to feed the koi. This is a peaceful time, which I always enjoy. We have begun taking afternoon tea, and today it’s Jasmine Dragon.

4:30PM I return client calls, texts, emails and Facebook messages.

5PM Dinner starts coming together. I fill our blue carafe with filtered water and smile, thinking of our trips to Paris. Such a simple thing can bring back such a great joy.

5:30PM Maris helps me set the table, and then I let her watch Peppa Pig. I love that show, in part because I have a penchant for alliteration, and I also love the animals. Out front, I top off our fountains. The sound of trickling water is so soothing. We have a big blue pot by our front door and a “Pipi Boy” near the road that never fails to garner double takes.

6PM Daddy’s home! We all talk about our day over dinner.

6:45PM My wonderful husband clears the table and loads the dishwasher. Maris is drawing, and I sneak in a few hands of Words With Friends.

7PM It’s bath, books and bedtime. Fortunately, she loves the first two. The third can be a crapshoot. We recently switched from a crib to a big-girl cottage playhouse bed. She has her own built-in nightstand and a lamp she can work herself.  After snuggles, we say our prayers, and I sing “The Lord Bless You and Keep You” before kissing her goodnight.

8PM I’m back out for “last call,” my final set of rounds for the day.

10PM Burk is holed up watching the news. I gather up a cat and a glass of wine, and settle in to watch my DVR’d Downton Abbey.

11PM We trudge upstairs and roust 
our lounging wolfies from the bed, then struggle to stay awake long enough to read a little. Then it’s lights out and 
good night.

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The Fine Print

What she’s reading Ghosts of the Trianon by C.A. Moberley and Elinor F. Jourdain 

Favorite indulgence A 90-minute hot stone massage and a good cigar 

Favorite vacation destination Paris, France, and Naples, Florida 

Nickname for her child Baby Doll. My mother always called me Baby Doll and, coincidentally, Burk has called me Baby Doll since we first started dating. 

Restaurant she frequents Mi Cocina. Maris drinks the salsa, and Mama drinks the Mambo Taxis. 

Prized possession A hand-stamped copper pot from 1731 Versailles bearing the royal crest, and a tiny plastic bottle of rose milk that belonged to my maternal grandmother. 

What she drives A tuxedo black Ford Edge Ltd 

By her bed The first picture of Burk and me at a ball a few months after we started dating, our first sonogram of Maris at only 8 weeks old, a book and white floral hand lotion.

Items she can’t live without My iPhone 6 Plus and cherry ChapStick


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