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Day in the Life: Britnee Lesser

by Hannah Schmitt

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Britnee Lesser lives in Oklahoma City with her husband, Scott, a software developer at Life Church, and their two children, Samuel, 2, and Lucy, three months. She is the creator and owner of children’s clothing brand Ragamuffin Threads, which she operates from her home. 

2:07 a.m. I am awakened by a series of squeaks and grunts, and eventually a full-blown wail. I roll over with one eye open and lift Lucy from her bedside bassinet. I groggily change her diaper, and prop myself up to nurse her. I scroll through my phone or watch TV on my laptop to keep from dozing. 

2:50 a.m. Lucy seems satisfied and I can barely keep my eyes peeled open another moment. I give her a final cuddle, swaddle her up and lay her back in her bassinet.

5:30 a.m. Squeaks, grunts and wails… this sounds familiar. Can it be she’s hungry again? Repeat the process from start to finish.

6:15 a.m. Lay Lucy back down as Scott’s alarm starts to sound. He rustles awake and hops in the shower. I doze back off.

7:30 a.m. Scott rouses me to say goodbye before he leaves for work. No sooner than he walks out the door, the little blue baby monitor on the night stand kicks on. “Mama! Mama! Wanna play!” Samuel is awake.

7:35 a.m. Exhausted, I roll out of bed, peek in at Lucy who is starting to wiggle around, slip into my robe and saunter to the other side of the house to get my bouncing toddler from his crib. 

8:15 a.m. Diaper has been changed, hands have been washed and kisses have been given. It’s time for breakfast. I fire up the stove, scramble an egg and serve it with yogurt and fruit. Meanwhile, Lucy launches into a protest from her bassinet. I guess she’s ready for breakfast, too.

9:30 a.m. Both babies are fed. Samuel plays with his tractors on the coffee table and Lucy rests in her swing while I answer a few work emails, update my business and personal social media accounts and unload the dishwasher. 

10:00 a.m. It’s been a rainy week. Samuel wants to splash in the huge puddle in our backyard that he’s spotted from the window. I eventually agree to let him. He happily wades in up to his calves and begins throwing all of his toys into the water. I seize the peaceful moment to make some coffee and toast and fold a load of laundry.

10:45 a.m. Just as I’m finishing my second cup of coffee, the world’s muddiest, messiest toddler squishes into the kitchen. “Wanna wash it off! Wanna wash it off!” he repeats, with his legs and arms spread out to his sides. I guess it’s a morning-bath kind of day. I plop him into some soapy water in the kitchen sink and give him a good scrub.

11:00 a.m. Lucy is hungry again. I have a hundred things to do but I sit back down on the sofa and choose to enjoy the time spent cuddled close to my sweet girl. Meanwhile Sam, who is still getting used to this big brother gig, is enviously begging me to get in the floor with him and play with his tractors. 

11:40 a.m. Wrap Lucy up on my chest in my handy baby wrap. Sit on the floor and play with Sam. Push tractors, race Hot Wheels, read books, put together a puzzle or two and sing a few songs.

12:15 p.m. Lunch time! Grilled chicken, green beans and blackberries are served. Another coffee for mom? Don’t mind if I do! When he’s finished eating, Samuel gets some TV time while I catch up with a few other small business owners about collaborations and other opportunities.

12:45 p.m. That glorious moment in parenthood has arrived: nap time! I read Sam one more story and lay him in his crib. He doesn’t protest. He has always been a happy sleeper. 

1:00 p.m. I nurse Lucy one more time while stuffing a hastily-made PB&J and a handful of Cheetos into my mouth. The baby falls peacefully asleep and I nearly do, but there’s too much work to be done! I return Lucy to her swing and hustle to my office. 

1:15 p.m. The familiar whir of the sewing machine fills the room. I recently released a patriotic collection of baby and children’s clothing through my online shop, Ragamuffin Threads, and I currently have 32 open orders awaiting my attention. This is one of my only pockets of quiet time to squeeze in some sewing.

3:00 p.m. Sam is hollering for mama from his crib. I shut the sewing machine down. Whew! Four orders are halfway finished!

3:57 p.m. I suddenly realize that all three of us are still in our pajamas. I guess we need to get dressed. Samuel has toddler soccer class in an hour!

4:30 p.m. Both of the kids are cleaned up, dressed, fed and ready to go. Me? A ponytail, yoga pants and bare minimum makeup will have to do. It’s time to be on the road!

5:09 p.m. We meet Scott at the indoor soccer complex. We’re nine minutes late, but we did our best. Lucy cried through the car ride, and Samuel repeated “NO, Lucy! NO, Lucy!” in a dramatic whine. Frazzled, I sit in the car and nurse her again while Scott hustles Sam inside to catch the rest of his class.

6:00 p.m. Time to head back home! 

6:40 p.m. Warm up leftover lasagna from last night and plop it on the table for a quick and easy dinner.

7:15 p.m. Scott volunteers to give Sam his bath, but I inform him that he’s already had one. We all work together to bathe Lucy instead. We have lots of fun and giggles watching her wiggle and kick in her little bathtub. 

7:45 p.m. We all retreat to Sam’s room for some evening family time. I nurse Lucy while Scott and Samuel play with Play-Doh and cookie cutters and push trains on their tracks. 

8:00 p.m. Prayer time, lots of kisses and lights out for Samuel.

8:15 p.m. I race back to my office to continue working on my Ragamuffin orders. 

11:30 p.m. Wow! Is it really that late? I have been sewing for more than three hours and the time has flown. I slump to my bedroom to brush my teeth and shower.

Midnight: Nurse Lucy one last time, wrap her in her swaddle, give her a big kiss and lay her down. Say a prayer of thanks for my beautiful family and all of God’s blessings. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I’m asleep… until those sweet little tell-tale squeaks, grunts and wails wake me again.

[Editor's Note: Find Britnee's line of children's clothing at]

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