It’s been a long time since I did one of these. Thought I ‘d give another go. Most of this would be terrible boring to most – but it’s my journal, which I print out for posterity, and I think these snippets of real life are important to record as so much changes over the course of our lives.
Alarm goes off. I normally hit “snooze” a couple times first, but I was in the midst of a nightmare I’d rather not revisit, so I got up. Took note that one of the kids were in the bathroom at some point, and left the light on. Wonder if anyone’s sick? I hope not.
Restroom. Coffee. Check headlines, emails, calendar/to-do list for the day, weather, bank account. Research and purchase a special Christmas present for Poe. All of $25, but will have significant sentimental value
Wake Joseph up. Feed him his breakfast of choice. Coco Puffs. I can’t decide if I’m a terrible mom or a rockin’ one. Give him his vitamins. Give him the rundown of the day (take your shower, brush your teeth, shampoo your hair, wash – with soap!, get dressed, clean your room). Let me know weather and what to wear. If I don’t do that the kids wear shorts in the rain and sweatshirts in 90 degree weather. Set up the shower, toothbrush, and toothpaste. Our shower’s water handles are particularly difficult to turn. And if I don’t do their toothbrush, I cannot guarantee that toothpaste is in actuality involved. Trust me.
Finish off the websites I started reading. Start reading my feeds.
Wake up Logan. Follow the same process as Joseph, except he takes his showers at night. Put lunch money in both backpacks, as Poe forgot to the night before.
Unlock the front door (we lock up and hide the keys due to Joseph’s sleepwalking/running issues). Wait for Joseph’s cab. Argue with Logan about jacket he should take. Argue with Joseph about the mask he wants to wear to school. Send Joseph off to school. Welcome Poe home from work.
Argue with Logan. No Joseph does not have the remote control hidden in his room. Oh Look! It’s on the couch. You looked SO.HARD.
Continue to read my feeds/drinking my coffee while waiting for time to take Logan to school. Chat with Poe about his day night.
Drive Logan to school. Listen to him chat on and on (he’s my “talker”) about our newly formed compost pile, the differences in the clouds in the sky, and more. Come home rather nervously as I fishtailed a couple of times. The ground is wet from the rain we had this morning, and due to a terrible driving in the rain accident years ago, I’m a very nervous wet-weather driver.
Started this post. Kissed Poe Goodnight Goodday Goodnight. Finished off my feed reading. Set my phone alarm for school pickup (I’m always afraid I’ll lose track of time and forget the poor kid). Started work for client A. Listen to some radio/youtube/music while I work (this happens all day in the background). Started work for client B. Switch to client A. Switch back to client B. Have a quick breather on work, so I check my feeds for updates to kill time, as I have something I have to do for client A in a few minutes. Back to client A.
Take a break from working… Take a shower and get dressed. Used the scrub I use twice a week due to acne. I have burgeoning wrinkles, and definite white hair coming in. Neither of which bothers me at age 36. I have seriously earned them. The acne, however? Is insulting. Have to use lotion today, too. The weather is causing extreme itchiness and painful dryness. Hate lotion, so I hate that. Note, too, that due to the weather I have a bad hair day. I decide to just go all out on my frumpy/grumpy and wear sweats. Also hang up the bathmat and straighten the towels so they, you know, dry. Because I am the only individual in this house who apparently has the capacity to do so.
Laundry time. Fold/put away the dries (darks), and put in a new load (whites/lights). Make another cup of coffee. My third and final. Decide on dinner, and defrost as necessary. BBQ chicken breasts, corn on the cob, and beans.
Put away the clean dishes. Clean up the kitchen a bit. Remind myself for the billionth time that the bulb over the sink is out. Reheat the coffee I forgot about. Walk through the house and do a pick-up. Curse the fact that I can’t vacuum, yet, as planned (Poe’s still sleeping). Take a walk outside and make sure nothing is out of whack or damaged. It rained REALLY hard – and I think there was hail – this morning. Nothing’s damaged, but note to myself for the billionth time the bulb in the backyard is out. Do my devotions – the contents of which are private.
Check feeds for updates. I know it seems like I do that a lot, but there’s a couple of situations I’m keeping an eye on. Plus – if I don’t? They start stacking up and causing me to do mass “mark-as-read.” I don’t like to do that. Sassy (one of our cats) knows my routines… She’s decided now’s a good time to get on my lap – I might be here a while. She only loves me when it’s cold outside. Check my email to keep it in control, and see if there’s more work to do… and back to work on client B.
Switched the wet laundry to the dryer (oh MY! What a glamorous life I lead). Take my compost from yesterday out to the heap before it rains again (because of course, I would melt), and research what out of tonight’s dinner can be added (I’m still learning about this process).
Feeds and emails again! A bit on client B, and some research on this new gardening project we’re working on as a family.
Did 15 minutes of “real” cleaning. I hate cleaning. So I devised a system. I do a quick vacuum and sweep once a week, a quick feather dust once a week, dishes and one load of laundry daily, and then 15 minutes of “deep” cleaning in a room each day until that room’s done and I move on to the next. Ooooo! – Raining again, and thunder this time.
Purchase another week of freeze dried food (for our emergency/earthquake/zombie apocalypse stash) since I have a smidge of extra money this week from a check I got from a client. Dangnabbit – I forgot to eat again! Too late now, going to have to pick up Logan soon. Do a little bit more emergency planning research. It’s a little overwhelming but I’m starting to absorb in little bits. Cleanup some of my bookmarks while I wait for the time to pick up Logan. I’ve almost closed up shop on work for the day – slow day today, apparently. Poe is awake!
Left to pick up Logan from school – needed to get out the winter coat for the first time due to the weather. He get’s out on Friday’s at 1:55pm and we live 2 minutes from the school by car, so yes, I sit in the carline. It’s just so much easier to be there early and wait, then to wait in the stop/go/stop/go/don’t hit that Kid!/don’t hit the idiot adult! line. Sit there and read in the rain, while dry and ensconced in my car. Honestly it’s the only time I have to read. Logan gets in and clicked, and away we go. Logan chatters all the way home about how it’s sunny AND raining at the same time! I love how his child-enthusiasm hasn’t let up one iota through age, yet. Get home, unpack/dejacket, snack, and he gets an hour on the xbox before it’s time for his night at the grandparents. I whip up some of my crystal lite (I don’t care for plain water, so this is my compromise for getting more water into me). And – I turn on the heater for the first time this season. I know, I live in southern California, but it’s also storming out. We’re to have a low of 44 tonight, which is unusual for this time of year.
Another feed read and email check session. By the way – go read this, “What Makes a ‘Good Mother.’” AWESOME post. Love Carmen. Yes, yes, and yes. I commented there – but I’ll tell you here what I said. Instead of asking ourselves or others what makes a “good” mother, we should ask what makes a “human” mother. I declare myself a Human Mother. Finished up my paid work for the day and submitted my time.
Worked on the school newspaper for Logan’s school. It’s one thing I can do from home, and contribute to the school, without having to deal a whole lot with other people. I don’t play well with others. Takes a good many hours throughout the year – so I feel like I actually do something for them. Oh, and Darnit! Make a mental note to myself to make more bread tomorrow. We’re out, and it’s too late to do it, as baking the bread/rising dough will interfere with dinner, ’cause I’m using the oven tonight. Planning fail. Welcome Joseph home and get him his snack. Send Logan off to the grandparents.
Changes to dinner. Pasta instead of beans, and I’m trying to find an easy biscuit recipe with the stuff I have on hand to go with. Apparently the rain brings out starchy cravings.
Decide that I’m making this dinner entirely more complicated than it needs to be but move ahead with it anyway. Prep dry ingredients for biscuits, prep corn, and decide I might can pull off making those loaves of bread, too, while I’m at it. Apparently cold = domesticity. Anywho… Cooked dinner ate it. Burned the hell out of my thumb. Joseph liked everything. It’s a miracle. (No, really. It’s a miracle.)
Taking a break for perusing feeds and bookmarks.
Make two loaves of bread that can sit overnight in the fridge for baking tomorrow. Misjudge my mixer and flour and judiciously flour my kitchen. Clean up baking and dinner dishes, pots and pans, and wipe down kitchen. Take another full bowl out to the pile. Set some stuff to soak. Poe goes down for his nighttime nap. Run the dishwasher. Pack up Poe’s lunch/drinks for tonight in his cooler. Set the coffee for tomorrow. Put my cell on the charger. Grab anything I think I’ll need for the evening. Change into pajamas. Take ibuprofen for a seriously aching knee. I think it’s the rain. Put salve on my thumb.
Watch some youtube videos and read some websites on some interests and research I’m doing. This whole time Joseph’s playing the xbox as much as he wants. It’s his only night without video game limits.
I am exhausted. But it feels wrong to go to bed before Poe goes to work, and Joseph gets to stay up late (Friday). Poe gets up, gives Joseph his meds, and puts him to bed. He gets some caffeine in him, and gets dressed and is off to work. Every.single.night. I say, “Iloveyoupleasebecareful.” It’s a mantra. If I don’t get to say it for some reason I will call him on his cell. At his jobsite he has already been attached by a drunk (Poe flipped him over his shoulder, cuffed him, and sat on him until the police got there), witnessed a prostitute get seriously in trouble and beat-down from her pimp, and witnessed a stabbing. I must say my mantra to keep him safe (I didn’t say I was logical or reasonable. And I’m tired.). He leaves, and I go to bed.
That’s my normal Friday. Add crises, mix well, and another version will come out.