7:30 am: I’m awake but I’m not, really. Good lord, my children are loud. Off I go to feed them breakfast and engage in another argument about pants.
8:40 am: Kids are dropped off at school, wearing pants. Success! Now, I must acquire coffee.
8:50 am: Hello, Starbucks, my old friend. I’m hungry and we’re low on groceries. Let’s get a breakfast sandwich, too.
9:15 am: Back home, at my desk, ready to take on the work day. Mmm, coffee. Let’s do this.
9:15 – 11:30 am: I take a conference call, review my to-do list for the week, handle some daily tasks and get organized for my next call. Mondays are busy. I have like 12 tabs open and I need all of them. Am I forgetting anything? No? I should probably make another list, just to be sure. Lists are good.
11:45 am: I’m hungry. But why? Didn’t I just eat a breakfast sandwich?
11:46 am: Wait, did I?
11: 47am: Oh hey, there’s a breakfast sandwich in my purse.
11:55 am: Not hungry anymore. I guess that was lunch.
12:00 pm: Conference call #2. Squeeze in emails.
1:00 pm: Conference call #1. More emails.
1:30 pm: Check calendar three times to ensure I haven’t forgotten a call. Aaaand we’re good.
1:30 – 3:00 pm: Work, work, work, work, work. Write, edit, post, plan, think, consume more caffeine, congratulate self on productivity. Good job, me.
3:05 pm: Drive to school, pick up kids. They are dirty and tired and hungry. I have promised to bake cookies, so we have to do that or I’m the worst. Let’s grab another coffee on the way home. I’ll need it.
4:00 pm: One child is screaming and the other is crying. Why? Because Monday.
4:30 pm: Making cookies has never been less fun. I shove the second and final batch into the oven and then turn on cartoons SO FAST. Thank god for Wild Kratts. They’ve seen this episode at least three times and they don’t a fuck.
5:00 pm: Dinner is in the oven. The kids are shockingly quiet, since I’ve tucked them in with the nice new throw blankets that I got for Christmas. I hope they don’t wreck those…they probably will. Why can’t I have nice things?!
5:15 pm: My husband gets home and I rejoice because SOLIDARITY, right? The kids do their home reading exercises at the kitchen table and I fist pump because they actually WANT to read and are getting really, really good at it. PARENTING WIN!
5:30 pm: My daughter eats her salad and breaded fish like a champ. My son complains loudly, dramatically peels the breading off the fish before eating it, and has snap peas instead of salad because “ew”. Whatever, you ate protein and vegetables. I still win.
6:00 pm: Homemade cookies. Damn, we’re good at baking. Let’s snuggle up and watch that Mystery Files show on TVO, because everyone is tired and grumpy and baths are overrated.
7:00 pm: BEDTIME!!!!!!!!!!!!
8:00 pm: The kids are asleep. My mom (who lives downstairs in an in-law suite) is home for the evening. The dishes are done and the floors are swept. We should probably drop those old toys at Goodwill and get groceries and maybe swing by the bookstore because we have a shared addiction to books and books are good.
9:00 pm: I have a new book. I am happy. Let’s buy some fruit and call it a night.
10:00 pm: We’re home, with groceries and new things to read. It’s couch time, y’all! Let’s get lazy.
10:30 pm: Husband decides he is old and goes to bed.
10:45 pm: I may as well blog while I watch HGTV.
11:00 pm: I should make school lunches now. I should make them before midnight. I really should do that. That would be the smart thing to do.
11:01 pm: Hey, what’s on Food Network? This blanket really IS comfortable. I’ll make lunches later. I haven’t looked at Instagram in a few hours. Oh look, my new book is right here. Maybe I should just get my computer out for a minute…this couch is so soft. I want to paint this room. Maybe just a darker grey? Or cloud white, with lots of art, like a gallery. Let’s look at some design blogs. Wait, it’s WHAT time? It was just eleven…I should make school lunches…