A Day in the Life of a Pilot’s Wife (With Three Kids Under Five)

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By Beth, Contributing Writer

It’s a typical Wednesday night, and I’m about to record for you a typical day in my house.


Silly readers – there’s no such thing as typical when you’re married to a pilot, have 3 kids (sometimes 4), work part-time from home, write a blog, and are just waking up from five years of massive sleep deprivation.

Oy vey. Friends – this “day-in-the-life” thing is… shall we say… a huge challenge for me.

I swing wildly between feeling like supermom and feeling like a total failure. My hubby’s job is the most unpredictable job ever (it literally depends on the weather), which makes planning my days pretty much impossible.

I have way more on my plate at the moment than what is healthy, and I know it.

Here’s us:

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There’s me, the redhead, and my husband, the pilot-dude. I’m Red, he’s Honey… hence my blog title “Red & Honey“. We’ve been pumping out cute kiddos since 2008: Isaac is nearly 5, Aliza is 3, and Canaan is 15 months. 

It’s funny – with all of the crazy unknowns that exist in our day-to-day life, the only real consistency is the texting back and forth between us (we each have cell phones instead of a home phone). The texts I send most often?

“What’s your eta?”

“Are you flying/landing/taking-off/out-of-town/at-the-airport?”

“It’s thunderstorming here – are you gonna be home for dinner/bedtime?”

A Day in the Life of a Pilot's Wife (With Three Kids Under Five)

So. As I was saying…a “typical day-in-the-life” in my house? Such a creature doth not exist…but let me attempt to communicate the typicals that do happen.

6:30am (or maybe 5:38 or sometimes 7:22…)

Many days I wake up and Chris has already left the house for a 7:00 a.m. flight but then some days he doesn’t leave until 9:00 a.m. or later (and sometimes he stays home for the morning to give me a few hours of work time upstairs at my little desk in my bedroom).

Some days I wake up by the sounds of a crying baby on the monitor at 6:00 a.m., and I stumble in to his room to nurse him and hope he goes back to sleep. Mercifully, he has been doing that for the last few weeks while the older two languish in bed and watch something on the iPad.

This morning I woke up at 8:23 a.m. and rolled over to see hubs still in bed beside me. The kids were in our walk-in closet with the iPad (God bless technology) and Canaan was still sleeping. That was the first time we’ve slept in together past 8:00 a.m. since before we had kids.

It felt so, SO weird, but nice. Six months ago when C was waking habitually at 5:30 a.m. (plus still waking lots in the night) I remember telling Chris that I would sell my right arm for a full night of sleep. Now it’s on the horizon…and I’m a little in disbelief.

A Day in the Life of a Pilot's Wife (With Three Kids Under Five)

Morning me.

More along the lines of my daily reality. I generally manage to shower every other day, but make-up? Usually only for church or social events. Judging by the smile on my face in this pic, you can tell I’ve had my morning coffee.

7:00 a.m. (or 6:03 a.m. or 7:32 a.m. or…)

Some days I stumble in to the bathroom and throw Canaan into the exersaucer while I shower. Some days I hand him off to Chris while I shower and some days I skip a shower altogether in order to save time.

Some days I get dressed in something that makes me feel awesome but some days I’m choosing from thrift store finds that I regret buying. Some days I wear yoga pants and some days I wear a cute dress. As the air turns to crisp autumn I find myself looking forward to sweaters and boots and scarves, reminding myself to dress nicely even on the days I stay home (because I might want to instagram a selfie because I’m worth it).

7:45 a.m. (or…whenever I’m dressed)

Most days we head downstairs to a dirty kitchen with last night’s dishes which is a completely discouraging and demoralizing way to start the day, but by the time the kids are all asleep in the evenings my best intentions are dead on their feet and can’t lift a finger to encourage me toward the kitchen. Plus, I pretty well always have urgent work to do on the computer, usually until the wee hours of the night.

Most days lately I’m tinkering around with recipes to include in my upcoming ebook. There is always a cup of coffee in there somewhere, with cream and real maple syrup. I have a Keurig and some k-cups for desperate days, but mostly I use my re-usable k-cup filter and grind my beans fresh that morning.

Coffee and me are in love, and it’s serious.

A Day in the Life of a Pilot's Wife (With Three Kids Under Five)

8:00 a.m. (hurray! the one constant!)

My niece arrives. Four days of the week I care for her while my sister works. She is just six weeks younger than Aliza, so she fits right in (and adds the expected amount of chaos to the mix).

9:00 a.m. (or as soon as everyone has peed, found missing sandals, diaper bag packed, water bottles located and filled, dressed, breakfasted, snacks packed, change of clothes after oatmeal spillage, another round of peeing, van keys found, mommy’s purse located, four children buckled into the van… and Oh Mercy – winter is coming and everything’s gonna take six times longer)

Some days we go out. Usually the library, grocery store or the zoo. Most outing days I feel like a military commander executing a precision operation. I try not to bark out commands like a drill sergeant but some days I slip into that role more than I prefer.

I answer a million little old ladies’ questions about whether or not they’re all mine and fantasize about actually responding out loud with any of the sarcastic comments that run through my head (my current favorite? “Nope, I stole ’em”).

I break up fights over who gets to “help” push the cart. I single handedly maneuver us like a slow-moving whiny posse back and forth to the bathroom (on the second floor via elevator, on the other side of the store from where we are, every.single.time). Twice.

And then some days we just chill around at home.

I repeat myself eleventy hundred times.

I remind us all to “please speak kindly” and ask “what would love do?” and “is that a kind way to treat your sister?” and “what can you do to make it right?”. Ad nauseum.

I get a bajillion and a half snacks served and I negotiate peace agreements between parties as Bowl Color Distribution Talks break down in the early stages of negotiation.

I empty the dishwasher as the baby tries to crawl inside and play with sharp knives. I start a load of laundry.

A Day in the Life of a Pilot's Wife (With Three Kids Under Five)

Don’t use a microwave, kids. It’s bad for your health. But then again, so is not finishing your morning cup of sanity… hmmm.

The kids want to play alphabet Bingo. Then they want to colour. Then they want to play lego. And trains. And there’s usually a game of doctor or camping or superheroes thrown in there. And I look at the clock and realize that about twenty minutes have passed since breakfast.

Kidding. (Usually).


Generally lunch time creeps up on us and I throw together a quick snack-tray kind of lunch. The kids usually inhale it in about 3 minutes then run off to play again. I throw a movie in to the VCR for the kids (yep, still in the 80’s and loving the 25 cent movies at every thrift store and garage sale) and take the baby upstairs for his nap.

I rock and nurse him to sleep and I don’t regret a single second of it. There’s just enough light in the room for me to swoon over his long baby eyelashes and his pudgy cheeks and perfect lips nuzzled up against me.

I finally put him in bed and head downstairs and am inundated with to-do’s. Chores that are difficult with a toddler around, like the dishwasher, get done first. Then I sit quiet for a moment for my mental sanity. Sometimes with a cup of tea and my computer. Most days I am able to get quiet time with my Bible and journal, which refreshes me and makes an obvious difference in my attitude and heart the rest of the day.

2:00 p.m. or 3:00 p.m. or somewhere thereabouts

Eventually he wakes up. We cuddle. He toddles off to play and make messes, his cloth diaper butt waddling behind. I continue to do chores or dinner prep or a few moments on online stuff (facebooking, blogging, reading/researching, homeschooling prep, recipe research, ebook writing, and more), as the kids are playing and happy. Everything weaves together with the natural back-and-forth rhythm of the day (assuming I’m not mucking it all up by being Grumpy Mom. Ahem.)

Of course, everything could change at a moment’s notice when hubs calls and says his last flight is cancelled because the cloud ceiling is too low so he’s coming home early. So we drop everything and run out to do those errands that have been waiting. Or we drop everything for an impromptu family afternoon at the park.

Some days he doesn’t go in at all, or he doesn’t go in ’til later, or he winds up staying later than expected. Many days as of late he has been doing night flying and not arriving home until sometime between midnight and 7:00 a.m. Like, I said – unpredictable.

A Day in the Life of a Pilot's Wife (With Three Kids Under Five)

I do not even know what kind of chaos is ensuing in this photo.

5:00 p.m. (if I’m on the ball)

My niece gets picked up by my sister. Dinner is ready to serve. Today it’s Chili Cheese Lentils. It’s a toss-up as to whether or not Daddy will be home so we usually eat alone. I often solo-parent at night, which is a bit of an exhausting challenge. The evenings that Daddy is around, though, are a team effort.

Once the kids are finally all asleep, we generally fall into an exhausted heap on the couch and either do work or watch something on Netflix together, then head to bed.

11:00 p.m. (or midnight or later… which will require multiple cups of coffee in the morning as I will be getting up to nurse at least once still)


And that’s really the extent of most of my days. We roll with it. Flexibility is a must, and though I don’t always achieve that gracefully, it’s thrust upon me no matter what. We are trusting that God loves us and is keeping us in his grace, because, well, there is no other option.

A Day in the Life of a Pilot's Wife (With Three Kids Under Five)

Somewhere in there I kiss the baby’s head and realize he’s not really a baby any more, he’s a toddler, and hadn’t I better start accepting that this is the first time since starting my baby-making career that I’m not pregnant at this stage?

But I don’t dwell on it long. I can’t dwell on it for long because the baby’s clinging to my neck with his chubby little arms and the Big Girl is tugging at my skirt needing my eyes on her and the elder boy-child is proud of his three-wheeled lego firetruck airplane and wouldn’t you be, too? I kiss that baby’s needing-his-first-haircut hair as he swings on my hip and I watch the days dissolve into the years flashing by.

Thank-you sweet Jesus for the everyday liturgy of motherhood and laundry and a hundred kisses a day.

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  1. This was BEAUTIFUL and took me back to those days, which seem like yesterday! My “baby” is 12, my “little boy” is 15 and 6ft 1, and my “big kids” are in college! Oh, how I yearn for those days again! So glad you are enjoying the craziness!!

  2. Beautifully written! All of a sudden, my days don’t seem so chaotic after all. 🙂 (I have one toddler and my husband has his own business; I thought my life was messy. You are definitely a super mom!!)

  3. I loved this and can guess by your sense of humor in this post you handle being flexible pretty well! I’m always amazed how laid back my midwife is. I’ve even asked her about it and she says with her job (on call 24/7) she has to be. That made lots of sense to me. Roll with the punches! Chili cheese lentils sound delish.

  4. So similar to my day! I related most to your comment about swinging between feeling like supermom and feeling like a total failure. That is a great way to sum up my feelings on motherhood! 🙂

  5. Thank you for sharing!!!!! Haha you described my life minus the flying hubby… Isn’t it sad how fast time goes?! I’ve thinking so much recently now that my baby is 1 that Ill never be preggo again and I’m finally ok with it 😉 even a little excited!! It was good hearing I’m not the only one who has a crazy life but loving it 🙂

  6. So good Beth! You are laugh-out-loud funny, and tear-producing sweet, and I love reading about your days with your family! If you figure out how to warm up a cup of coffee without the microwave, please let me know! 😉

  7. I am just passing those early days with my kids. My baby started nursery school today and I am emotionally drained and slightly in a state of shock. However, reading this was a beautiful reminder of how wonderful that season of my life was even though there were many days of “Grumpy Mommy” and feeling like I was on the verge of collapsing. As my children start/continue their school careers, I can look back and be completely thankful for that time I had as a full-time stay at home mom. They will be thankful too someday!

  8. Yes the time goes so fast. My first born will be 36 on Saturday. I truly enjoyed reading this. I worked for the schools so I had summers with my little ones, but the time has literally disappeared. I am enjoying my grandson more than I can say. Cherish every moment!

  9. There is SO much I love about this post … I can’t wait to meet you in person someday, Lord willing! You have such a beautiful sense of humor and great perspective. The days with little ones fly by so quickly and as much as I absolutely adore having preteens (yes, I do, believe it or not), I think we all get misty-eyed when we think about those crazy, fun, exhausting, yet glorious days with our little ones! Keep enjoying every minute and finding the humor and joy in everyday life. LOVE the photo of you laughing while your daughter gives you a kiss – SO beautiful and precious and just captures your amazingly sweet spirit! Many blessings, Kelly

  10. Love you Beth. This was just wonderful and real. It’s so important to recognize that there’s beauty in the exhausting chaos! Even if someday (ha!) we get our lives in more order (ha! just had to laugh again!), there will still be unpredictable times and late nights during some – or all – stages. And yes, Jesus loves me this I know!

  11. I have been reading a day in the life for 2 years now and have loved most of them and related to most of them. I had 4 kids in 4 years – right now they are 6, 5, 3, and 2. Your day in the life – I could cut and paste it onto my blog and (minus the pilot) not skip a beat. Thank you for being so candid and honest and thoughtful in your words. I want to add this to my journal to remember what my days are (and were) like.

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