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9:00 am – The door opens to her classroom, and I go in, sign her in, and tell her teacher I won’t be staying for ‘grown up time’ (which is the fifteen minutes of class when the grownups help their toddlers with various activities) because I have a doctor’s appointment. What I really have is a therapy appointment. But I don’t want her to think I’m crazy. I want her to think I’m nice and well adjusted.
9:06 am – I arrive back home. I check the washer, and the dryer, and find that the washer is empty. So I start a load of laundry. Meanwhile, my best friend is sleeping in her bed. Her husband is dozing on the couch. I decide to take a small nap too, before my therapy.
9:30 am – I leave the house for my therapy. I drive the five-minute drive it takes to get to the building, and park in the back. There is an odd young man back there, holding a piece of paper and looking lost. I don’t speak to him. I go up the stairs and check in at the front desk. The front desk lady then tells me that she has me down for thursday, rather than Tuesday (today). So, back home I go.
9:55 am – I get home, again. This time, I spend some time picking up the living room floor. Trash in the trashcan, and toys in the children’s bedrooms. Around 10:30, I start having trouble breathing. I go to my roommate/best friend and explain as such, and she tells me to go lay down. I’ve been sick for two days now, and I overworked myself yesterday at a photoshoot with a good friend of mine. I get my computer from downstairs (where my room is), and go lay on the couch, writing up the first page of my new short story. I fall asleep with my computer on my lap.
11:30 am – My alarm goes off, letting me know it’s time to go get the little girl from preschool. Before I leave, my roommate gives me a 20$ and asks me to go to Big Lots to get something for her. I get in the car, drive the five minutes and park in the handicap parking spot. I put down the handicap tag, and head into the school. I sit for fifteen minutes, until the teacher opens the door at….
12:00 pm – I sign out the little girl, gather up her belongings, and take her hand. We go out to the car, and I turn on GPS to take me to Big Lots. We drive, and park. I get the toddler out of the car, and we go into the store. I make a beeline for what we need, grab it off the shelf, and then spend a few minutes looking at the pretty cosmetics. My roommate had said I could use a dollar for myself if I wanted. The toddler found a one dollar package of nail polish that she oohed and aaahed over, so I bought it for her. Then, I got back into the car. Realizing there was a Sally’s Beauty store nearby, I parked again and called my roommate to see if she would allow me to purchase an 8 dollar bottle of pedicure solution for her poor, cracking feet. She declined, and so we headed home.
1:13 pm – We arrive home at last, and my best friend is awake and out on the couch. I put the sleeping toddler, who has fallen asleep due to the car ride, into her bed. I then sit down on the couch and check my email. Nothing interesting to report there. My roommate proposes that we go to Walmart after picking up the eight-year-old. I agree, knowing that it will make dinner late.
1: 50 pm – We get in the car, me and my roommate, leaving the sleeping toddler in the care of her father. We drive to the school and sit in the handicap parking spot until 3:30. During this time, I read on my phone, I sleep, and I converse with my roommate.
3:30 pm – I go into the school to pick up the boy from after-school tutoring. We don’t have time for him to be tutored today, we have errands to run. He asks if he can have a prize at the store. I tell him I’ll discuss it with his mother. At the door of the car, he discusses it with her instead, and she agrees, so long as he is good.
3:45 pm – We arrive at the Walmart after a car cut me off on the highway. I honked my horn for the first time today. It was very relieving. We go into the store and purchase several items, none of which were directly meant for me.
4:38 pm – We get home. Dinner is going to be very late. I put together a dinner out of a box, and put it in the oven to bake for an hour, per the directions. Then, I go to my roommate and explain that I’m very anxious and don’t know what to do. She talks me down, explains that I’ve done enough today, I can sit and rest my ankle, which has been hurting for a week. So I sit, and rest until dinner comes out of the oven. Occasionally, I get up to fetch something for her.
5:30 pm – Dinner time. The children barely touch the food, and I forget to put food in my tracker.
6: 48 pm – The toddler finally goes to sleep, and I carry her into her room. Her bedtime is normally 6 pm. I come back out and watch an episode of an anime with my roommate and her husband and son. I write more on my short story and take off the ankle brace I’d been wearing. It had bruised the other side of my ankle, making both sides hurt. I tried icing it at my roommate’s request.
7:30 pm – The eight-year-old starts his meditation before bed. It really helps him get to sleep. I’m still writing this blog post at this time.
8:04 pm – The eight-year-old goes to bed. We, adults, decide to split up for the night, and I head downstairs to finish this blog post.
It is now 8:37 pm where I am, and I am laying in bed, typing away on this blog post. It’s amusing to see just how much I’ve done in a day. I hope someone finds this interesting. I hope to get some sleep soon. Thank you, and write up your own daily life, see how creative it really is.more