A day In my Life

 

3am - finally fell asleep...

 

6:30 - get up and get kid cup of Chocolate milk, cartoon cuddle time, sign into work... Notice today's date and tear up a little... [but there's no time for that nonsense] toggle back and forth between hard working career woman and stay at home mom (feeding her, breaking up fights between dogs as well as between kid and dogs, dragging kid back in the house, potty assistance - since she can't wipe her own ass until after 8:30am... those kind of fun things)

 

8:30 - Dress child and run her to Grandma's, stop at Daylight for a much needed cafe mocha and bagel, change back into comfy work at home clothes and back to the J-O-B by 9.  Finish 8 hour day all the while; uploading youtube nostalgic video for friend, check out coupon websites for later, [cry a little for my friends] package ballet slippers to be returned, shop for things I don't need and ultimately don't buy for child, horse, self and home... Pay the bills, [cry a little more < because of our loss not the bills>] check face book, check Twitter, Print zucchini recipe, pay more bills, blog, - Yup I'm still working all this time and killing it in production!! (I'm a freak of nature)  On my morning and afternoon breaks, I do the dishes, put two baskets of laundry away and clean out kid's closet of T's she will never wear, clean litter box, and talk to door.. I mean husband [sniffle a little more as I can't shake the memories today.]

 

3:30 - Shower, dress, clean up kid, get snack and water for our outing, grab grocery list, coupons, ask husband 100 questions repeatedly because he can't ever look in my direction as he mumbles his response...  finally in the car by 4:30 I'm conned into the park.   Arrive at town park which is in use by private party, U-turn to school playground where THANKFULLY! there is no other soul in sight, most notably the googly eyed one I hate.  No one other then the hard working Bulldogs practicing their passing game.

 

5:30 - Stop at Payless for Tap shoes, find out everything is on sale so bring kid back to her department to see what else we can get.  Watch child have several tantrums as each shoe is too small because her feet are completely claustrophobic to anything besides a Croc of a flip flop.  Leave 20 minutes and a few fried nerves later with only tap shoes.  Back in car.  Child literally asks me what the meaning of life is. [try not to cry at the irony of the question on this day.]  Grocery store begins with a battle in the produce section over not touching all the food as well as driving the cart.  Finally entrap her in side the cart and finish our shopping... saved $5 in coupon which cashier forgot to scan and had to go back and do. Groceries in car, off to Wendy's where the tears start because kid suddenly misses Uncle Dan, Adrian, Rocky and most of all Jr.  Hand her food and all is quiet....

 

6:45 - Home.  Walk inside - Boxer missing [hiding.]  Clean up office trash which is sprawled across the entire living room while kid looks for my other slipper that we're certain he has outside - located!  Get her set with cartoon while I unload the groceries, put them away, clean up the fridge as well as the pantry where Oyster Cracker bag has spilled everywhere.  FINALLY give kid the ice cream sandwich she's been begging for since the store, eat cold dinner, take out the trash, get kid in shower, fold two more basket of laundry while she does what ever it is she does in a shower for 20 minutes, wash more dishes, vacuum whole house, put child in new tap shoes and finally sit while she spends 10 minutes scuffing them up in the garage floor ( I honestly heard Dr. Huxtable and his old tapping friend say "Challenge!" a few times when she ended each segment of her dance with a big boom and out stretched ta-da arms.)

8:30 - sit..   husbands home... child sings nonstop into STUPID microphone at the top of her lungs about smurfs and dogs... all dying... never heard a word husband said. 

8:45 - "It's Bed time!" I sing happily! (without microphone) Wrangle kid into bathroom to tinkle, and brush her teeth, jammies, snack, story, tuck her in...

9:20 - Back To Work... 

Here I sit... working (or blogging as it may be) until 11 when I will drag myself to bed.  Most likely to cry one more time as I say my prayers and tell Scooter how very sorry I am and to beg God to please give my old friend absolutely every thing she ever wants in her life, because no one deserves it more.  Then I will lay there until ... probably 3:00 am ... 

6:30 it'll all start again...

That's life baby!  We just keep on keepin' on...

As long as you've got a song in your heart (and a 2 year old microphone from some happy meal that refuses to die or disappear) it'll all be okay.