A Day In My Life

What is it like to live my life? Haha! Here ya go!

Generally my husband wakes me up as he’s getting ready to leave before the sun comes up. I toss and turn trying to fall back to sleep. Nothing helps because my bladder is so full that I regret the day my mother potty trained me and it is generally frowned upon to wear a diaper to bed. I get up to pee and know that I’ve kissed any opportunity of further sleep goodbye.

I wake up and check Facebook and Twitter. Then I read some non-fiction inspirational something and wonder how I became to be such a horrible person. I pull out my journal and jot down things I need to improve on so I can be more like the people who write these books. I also recite a few affirmations because that’s what the people in these books do, so why not me? I say things like, "I will not yell at my children today. I am the perfect mother...etc." They're things that always lead to dissappointment, but I say them anyways.

Finally, I convince myself to get out of bed so I can go run. The thought of running depresses me so I quickly assess my body to see if there are any aches in strange places. No? No excuses then. I go running. By the time the run is finished I know I can conquer the world and nothing will stop me! I walk back into my house, both children are awake and arguing and suddenly the feeling after my run is gone and I’m ready to crawl back into bed.

I work as a referee for a few minutes as I get both sides of the story and figure out what may possibly have happened and go from there. I prepare breakfast for everyone, eat quickly, and hop in the shower.

Everything comes to me in the shower – fabulous ideas, to-do lists, how to be the perfect mom…etc. It must have something to do with the fog, because as soon as the shower is finished and that fog starts dissipating, so do all of my ideas to perfect the world. I sigh and move on with my life.

I dress all the way to my shoes (okay, not really because I hate shoes, but everything else is done) and then do my morning routine just like Flylady told me to do. But, wait… Flylady didn’t tell me that the majority of the time that my timer is ticking would be me nagging the kids that their time was ticking, too, and they better get their chores finished.

Wait. What time is it? Crud! Time for school!

After a long day of school, it’s time to start all the after school activities – scouts, dance, martial arts, activity days…etc. What? My husband has to work late again? It’s okay, I got this. Quickly, I draw a mental map to figure out how to drop my children off at the exact same places on different sides of the city. I also realize I have to feed my kids. Daggummit! The meat is still frozen. It’s okay. I know it’s not healthy but I have frozen chicken nuggets and fries in the freezer. We’ll just eat those. I’m sorry they’re still a little frozen in the middle, kids. There just wasn’t time! I hand them each old whipped cream containers filled with dinner as we run out the door. Finally home, and just in time to start kids into their bedtime routines. They get to bed and then I get to look through my journal to see what I need to do for my writing. I need to proof that, write an article for that, blog about this, review that, and interview him. Got it!

Midnight – BED! Goodnight!

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