We’re hosting friends and family this weekend at our house to celebrate my daughter and husband Robert’s birthday. We have family flying in today and staying with us, so I need to get into host mode quickly. I make sure we have all the party details in order: face painting, a balloon artist for the kids, and drinks for the adults. So much to do. We need the cake, wait, two cakes; I still need to invite a few friends and order more food. My husband, Robert, and I plan to cook—Wagyu steaks, lobster sliders, quinoa, and a kale salad.
8:00 a.m.
We head inside, and my husband joins us downstairs. I hand the baby to Robert, and I head to a workout. I don’t feel like working out. It’s the last thing I want to do. I’ve let my fitness get away from me, but I am back on it with the help of my family and the thought of my daughter’s future. I’ve always been athletic, running track in high school and, later, a track and field scholarship from Boston University. After having my daughter, though, I’ve had to pull the motivation from somewhere deeper and make time for myself. It’s not easy. I usually walk 3-4 miles to start the day. I’ve recently started running again. I throw on my Lululemon leggings and Hoka sneakers. Sometimes, I chat with my elders in Nigeria, aunts, uncles, cousins, and siblings worldwide, or listen to music. I love ’90s hip hop when I walk/run for some reason. Don’t ask me why. I think it calms/motivates me. My cousin sent me his trainer’s cell phone number. I have my assistant set up a session. I’ve trained at home in the past but still lacked motivation. We will see how it goes.
9:00 a.m.
I head home to make breakfast for my baby girl. My husband makes me breakfast: a quick omelet with bell peppers, cheese, two strips of turkey bacon, an English muffin, blueberries, and a hot cup of green tea. I make pancakes, fresh fruit, and an egg for my daughter. I sit her down in her highchair, and we eat together as a family. We love the brand Ezpz for their cups, mats, spoons, and all infant mealtime needs.
9:30 a.m.
I have a 10 a.m. on-camera Zoom meeting. I rush upstairs for a quick 5-minute shower using Dove soap and sometimes Lancôme cleanser if I had makeup on the day before, a beauty ritual passed down from my mother. I usually get dressed in something comfortable but presentable: a set from Issey Miyake, JW Anderson slides, and a nice Wolford bodysuit shirt. My #1 rule is comfort. I love being comfortable, especially now as a mom. There’s no time for fancy. I throw on a sleek wig and stick with natural, minimal makeup. Although, I love a good beat when I have time.
Our nanny arrives for daycare; I kiss my daughter as she cries. She has a cold. I have to pick up her medicine right after this meeting.
10:00 a.m.
