Day 12: A day in the life

Bullet your whole day.

Oh, I'd like to put a bullet through my whole day, all right.  That's not what they meant?  Shooooot.  (Ha!  Pun intended.)  Fine.  But let me state for the record that I don't like this at all.  It's too much like work.

7:00am:  Alarm goes off for the first time.  Wake Jake, make sure he gets up, then plop back in bed for another 27 minutes of sleep.

7:30am:  Alarm goes off for Round Two.  Make sure Jake is at the bus stop, then wake Sam and Norah.  Pick out clothes, search for shoes, gloves, eyeglasses, books, folders, etc.  Gently nudge them toward the bottom of the driveway with kisses, hugs, wishes for a good day, and threats that if they miss the school bus because they're dawdling I will make them walk the 7+ miles to school.

8:03am:  Back to bed for a snuggle with the hubby, who is working 12hr midnight shifts and whom I saw for a grand total of 9 minutes yesterday.  See you in about two hours...

10:01am:  Phone rings, waking me.  It's Mom.  Roll out of bed, come to the kitchen, fire up the ol' Keurig.  Chat with Mom for about 15 minutes, while simultaneously making coffee, writing out a grocery list (toilet paper and toothpaste, toilet paper and toothpaste, toilet paper and toothpaste...), and working on the quilted table runner I'm making Mom that needs to be done in time for delivery tomorrow.

10:20am:  Hang up with Mom, sit down at sewing table to drink coffee and ponder what items I need to buy this week.  (Toilet paper and toothpaste.)  Finish quilting table runner, trim off the loose threads and extra fabric, and get ready to bind it.  (It'll be done by tomorrow--woot!)  Shoo various kittehs off of sewing project for the umpteenth time.  (Why are they so fascinated with being on the table???)

11:30am:  Finally get into shower, do my thang, get dressed, get prettified, and head to Washington to shop.

1:30pm:  Sam's Club for gas.  There goes half my money!  Stupid ginormous 24-gallon gas tank.

1:40pm:  Enter Hellmart.  Breathe huge sigh of exasperation at the sight of eleventy bajillion people milling around the aisles.  Try to rush through the store, only to get stuck at the cash register.  I felt bad for the cashier--she was a floor associate pulled from her department to ring register and she had no clue what she was doing.  Every customer in front of me had some sort of weird issue with their method of payment.  Argh. Those it was all made better by the major score I hit on pants.  3 pairs of really cute cargo pants (in black, brown and olive green) for $9 each.  Schweet!

2:45pm:  Finally at Aldi.  Rush through the list, get through the checkout line, only to realize I didn't buy sausage for tonight's dinner.  (Sausage, egg and cheese muffins just aren't the same without the sausage.).  Go back through the line, thank the lady in front of me for letting me go ahead of her, tell another lady how much we love the sausage, pack my bags and head home.

3:20pm:  Answer phone call from elementary school counselor telling me my darling daughter poked one of her classmates in the eye with a pencil.  *facepalm*  *headdesk*  *massive sigh*  Make multiple assurances to the counselor that I would address the issue with her upon her arrival home from school.  Call the husband and tell him what happened, and tell him to begin the removal of anything and everything that gives her joy from her bedroom.

3:45pm:  Arrive home, supervise the unloading and putting away of groceries, the packing and hiding of all of the girl child's personal belongings, and begin cooking dinner.  (Eating early this week because of the husband's work schedule.)

4:30pm:  Arrival of two younger children from school.  Question the girl about the day's events, and get blank stares and stonewalling as an answer.  Lecture the girl, upon her discovery of the empty state of her room, about the importance of appropriate behavior at school, the disappointment of her parents at the reception of another phone call from school administration, and the placement of said girl onto Santa's "naughty list".  Sit through 15 minutes of tears, weeping, wailing and general misery about the fact that girl child has to face consequences of her own actions.  Leave her in her room, with the lights off, to think about what she's done.

4:45pm:  Discover sleeping girl child, and make resolution to institute earlier bedtimes for her and her 8-year old brother.

5:00pm:  Wake sleeping girl child and haul her out of her room, lest she fall back to sleep.

5:10pm:  Scarf down a sausage, egg and cheese muffin while trying to keep up with the demands of three hungry males.

5:30pm:  Kiss hubby goodbye.  Have spent approximately 26 minutes with him in the last 3 days.  (Poor guy is working 80 hours in 7 days.)

5:50pm:  Realize Christmas is only 13 days away and panic over the following things:  not having sent out Christmas cards yet, not having started making teacher gifts, not having finished shopping for anybody but the girl child, and not having paid bills yet this week.

6:04pm:  Declare it to be "pajamas o'clock" and decide to stop caring about anything else this evening.

6:14pm:  Nenna OUT.  Hasta manana, y'all!