Hello lovelies! I have a treat for you today.
(No, it's not Hugh Jackman rolled in sugar. Stop that.)
I have for you a peek inside the calm, well ordered fabulousness that is my daily routine. Proceed with caution, and remember...you were warned.
7am: "What is that noise?! Oh, right, the alarm. Crap."
7:15am: "What is that noise?! Oh, right, the alarm. Crap."
7:17am: "I'm up, I'm up! Sheesh."
7:18am to 8:22am: "Aggh! Get up! Where's your other sock? It's 45F out, you may not wear shorts. Cereal or pancakes? Stop mimicking your brother. No, you may NOT play Wii before school. Why do you have two different shoes on? CEREAL OR PANCAKES?! Aggh! The bus is here!"
8:23am: "Mommy has to get some work done. Dora or Little Einsteins?"
9:15am: "You just had pancakes. You may not have a snack."
9:17am: "Oh my God, fine. Have a snack! I really need to read this tweet/Facebook post/romance author blog post...um...finish writing this scene, I mean."
10am: "Okay, Little Dude- let's get out of here and run some errands/go to the library/park/bookstore/play date. Wait. Why are you still in your pajamas?"
12pm: "I know, you're starving. PB&J or turkey and cheese? No, you can't have candy for lunch...or ice cream...or doughnuts. PB&J OR TURKEY AND CHEESE?!"
1pm: "Still eating? You are the slowest chewer on the face of the Earth. Grapes are not meant to be eaten in four bites."
2pm: "Little Dude, you must nap. You must. Please? Pretty please?! Okay, I'll give you five bucks."
2pm to 4pm (On a good day): "Writing, writing, writing, happy, happy, joy, joy!"
2pm to 4pm (On a bad day): "It's nap time, not play time! Shhh! I can still hear you. Aggh! Why are you not sleeping?!"
4pm to 6pm: "Aggh! The school bus is here! Where's your homework? You ate the chips and fruit, why didn't you eat your sandwich? No, you can't have a snack. No, you can't play Wii, not until Friday. It's Tuesday, God help us all. No, you can't have a snack. Don't hit your brother. Don't poke your brother. Get off your brother's face. Yes, fine! Have a freaking snack!"
6pm: "Hi, dear, how was your day? Wait- never mind, I don't really care. I just want you to run interference so I can get more than two bites in without having to mop up spilled juice/referee a fight/wipe someone's butt."
7pm: "Sweet Baby J, is it 8pm yet?"
8pm: "Good night, I love you to the ends of the Universe and back. You are the very best thing to have ever happened to me, I will protect and love you until the day we part, but for the love of Pete, please, please go to sleep!"
9pm: "Sexy times? Bwhahaha!"
9:10pm: "Okay, sorry, sorry. Go ahead...no, wait. Bwahahaha!"
9:30pm to 11pm or maybe 12am: "Writing, writing, writing, happy, happy, joy, joy!"
3:30am: "Someone wet the bed? Can we just throw a towel over it? No, no, I'm up, I'm up..."
So, that's a typical day for me.
Despite my dramatic reenactment, I am very happy with my life. I'm lucky enough to be able to stay home with my four year old, and write. Although I'm a classically trained chef, I'm exactly where I want to be, doing what I love best.
How about you? Do you go to school? Have kids? Work outside the home, from home or is parenting your full-time job? Are you doing what you always wanted to, or has your life taken some unexpected turns?