I nearly titled this "A Typical Day" but I realized there's just no typical day for us. Our lives are all over the place, and that's probably true for a lot of you, too. We try to create routines but damn if life doesn't make that hard. (Shaking my fist at life...)
Anyway, I wanted to record our steps for an entire day not because my life is all that interesting (oh, it's so not as you'll find out at about 10am) but because this is the kind of thing I'm going to enjoy looking back on one day.
7am: Kyle wakes me up, and I give him my phone to play with so I can steal ten more minutes of sleep.
7:10am: Okay, I'm up! I get Kyle breakfast and he eats while I take a shower. I remind him that when I get out of the shower he'll need to get dressed for school.
7:20am: I'm out of the shower and Kyle goes (slowly, oh so slowly) to his room to get dressed.
7:30am: I'm dressed and getting ready and Kyle comes into the bathroom so I can tie his shoes.
7:35am: Kyle gives Mike a kiss and hug goodbye while I pack his bag for soccer practice after school. Kyle reminds me not to forget his soccer ball.
7:40am: I grab a granola bar to eat in the car.
7:42am: I kiss Mike good-bye and tell him to have a good day. He hugs me for just an extra second. Funny how much I need that extra second.
7:45am: We're out of the house! Not exactly on time but good enough. On the way to the car Kyle sees a bunny that lives in our backyard and he gets so excited. I tell him that means we'll have good luck all day and then we wave good-bye to the bunny. Kyle says, "Have a great day, bunny! And you too Molly!" We drive off, waving.
8:05am: We pull up to Kyle's school, which is usually just five minutes door to door. It took so much longer because, well, traffic.
8:07am: Forgot the tuition check, so I run out to the car to get it. We're using the loose definition of run here, of course.
8:10am: Back in the car and on my way to work.
8:23am: Remember my granola bar! It's the little things.
8:27am: Hit some unexpected traffic. (You know those six-word memoirs that were all the rage for a while? One of mine would absolutely be: Well shit, got stuck in traffic.)
(Unexpected traffic face with bonus Kendra Scott earrings!)
9:07am: Finally get to work, a few minutes late.
9:15am: I make a cup of coffee (uh, of course) and chat quickly with my favorite co-worker.
9:20-10:30am: So many emails. I worked late the night before, getting my inbox under control, but I still come in to about 50 new ones I need to respond to or forward along. Also, my to-do list. It's very long.
10:30am-12:00pm: More work. It's a rare morning that I don't have a meeting or call, so it feels downright luxurious to put my head down and charge through my to-do list, uninterrupted. You are now oozing with jealousy of my rocking life, I'm sure.
12pm: Leave for lunch. I have a work meeting with a local author, to go over her marketing plan.
12:13pm: Arrive for lunch, begin perusing the menu. Oh, menu perusing is one of my favorite things.
(Settled on a Caesar salad with a side of salmon.)
1:45pm: Head back to the office.
2pm: Call with a company we hope to advertise with.
2:12pm: Call is done! Oh, under-15-minute calls are my very favorite.
3pm: Afternoon coffee and note writing. I know, afternoon coffee should be a very bad decision but my body is miraculous in that caffeine works on it (as it should) but it doesn't stop me from falling asleep whenever I'd like to.
4:40pm: Head out early, so I can make it to Kyle's school in time for soccer practice.
5:37pm: Pull into Kyle's school. Chat with his teacher for a few minutes and head to the school bathroom to change Kyle into his soccer clothes. Oh, look! I forgot one of his cleats, so he has to wear his regular shoes. He is not thrilled with me for this. (Kyle is very rigid about few things but what he wears is one of them.) We have a brief heart-to-heart about how mommy might disappoint him on a much grander scale in the future, and I'm super sorry about the shoes but can we shake it off and move on? Eventually, we do.
6:03pm: Pull into the soccer field parking lot. Again, the soccer field is five minutes, tops, from Kyle's school. Traffic can suck it.
(He's briefly forgiven me for the cleat incident.)
6:06pm: Kyle realizes I ALSO forgot his water bottle. (There IS a water fountain directly next to the soccer fields, I'd like it noted.) He yells across the field to me, sititng on the bleachers, "MOMMY, YOU FORGOT EVERYTHING." I briefly think about pretending he doesn't belong to me (but all the parents know me) and then I briefly think about yelling back, "OH REALLY? DID I FORGET YOUR SOCCER BALL? NO I DID NOT." but that doesn't seem super mature (although it does seem super accurate). "Sorry, buds!" I yell back. I say a silent "you're welcome" to all the other parents for owning the "lamest soccer parent" award of the night.
7pm: Soccer practice is over. I call Mike to give him a heads up we're on our way home.
(Post-practice silliness and, uh, we're not driving here, I feel the need to clarify. I mean, of course we're not! He's not even buckled in! But "feeling the need to clarify" is one of the gifts the internet has given me.)
7:17pm: We pull into the driveway. Oh, it feels good to be home.
7:19pm: Mike bought me flowers, and they're waiting for me on the table. This feels a little stagey for this post but I swear he is not a regular flower-buyer. He bought me some for Valentine's and then, before that, uh maybe our fourth anniversary in 2011. This night is a coincidence! Swear it!
7:20pm: I'm in yoga pants and QUICKLY. That's how I roll.
7:30pm: Mike makes Kyle a PB&J sandwich for dinner (I wish I had whipped up some delicious meal for dinner on this day, to impress all of you, but sandwiches is ALSO how I roll.) Mike then makes me a fried egg sandwich.
(With Doritos on the side. NUTRITIOUS.)
8pm: Kyle brushes his teeth, washes his face, etc. while I ... tweet, I'm sure.
8:20pm: Story time. I think I read a Berenstain Bear book this night.
8:25pm: Mike came in and we had family story time for a couple minutes. Mike made funny noises, Kyle cracked up, I tried to keep everyone focused on the plot of the story (unsuccessfully). Hugs! Kisses!
8:36pm: Big plans to go work-out.
8:37pm: In bed.
I'd like to do this once a month (I see a book-type-thing created with my once-a-month "Day in the Life" posts) but, in reality, I bet you get another one of these posts in 2014. No sooner.