My new friend Queen of the Fall posted an interesting idea the other day: A Typical Day.
As tonight the Big Bang Theory and The Office has returned to our living room, I am going to borrow her idea.
A typical weekday in the life and time of *Firegirl*
5:30 am...Kevin's alarm goes on the first time
5:45...alarm sounds second time. This would be effective if Kevin didn't roll over & lay against me.
5:50...Kevin gets up, turns on the closet light so I don't kill him. When I hear the television go on, it's my final chance before the lights get turned on and the blankets are pulled on the floor.
6:00...packing Kevin's lunch. Yes, I am that good. I pack mine next while he eats.
6:05...Force feeding myself Cheerios after Kevin leaves. Convince dog that it's not time to go outside and bark.
6:10-7:45...SLEEP. In the middle of the bed.
7:56...get ready for work, in a rush, and dress in partial darkness because I loathe overhead lighting.
8:25...mocha for me and coffee for my mother-in-law. Try to convince dog not to hate me for not taking her to the mocha stand.
9:00...work. With copious amounts of time spent on the internet so as Kevin says: "Work".
11:30...Go to Starbucks, which isn't as cool as it seems. They give day-old pastries to the YWCA and after awhile, you get sick of them.
4:59...Work over, I am but a vapor trail leaving the building.
5:20...Home. Bust out a few chores and watch Craig Ferguson or whatever shows Kevin doesn't enjoy while he's not home/outside.
6:00-6:30-7:00...consider dinner, wait to hear what Kevin's mom is making, reluctantly make dinner
7:30 - 8:00...cozy in our chairs, watching television and reading, the internet, and quite often the soundtrack of Kevin's on the phone.
9:30...Kevin is asleep so it depends on whether or not I've posted on the blog yet or if there is something on television to determine if I go to bed. ((He's sick so we're an hour ahead of schedule tonight))
11:00-ish...Sleep, maybe. Maybe not. Sometimes laundry.
How does your typical day go?
1 comment:
Hi,your suggestion of"my generation"
I was a war baby,born under Scorpio,the illegitimate son of a launderess.Illegitimate,fine word illegitimate.(does that ring a bell)
That was the beginning,and why I say too dark.But I know of no other honest way.
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