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A Day in the Life

A few posts ago, I wrote about being thankful for the little things, the everyday occurences. Those things that we often overlook while waiting for the next big thing in our lives to happen. And generallly, I try to be thankful, and in the moment. However, it’s kinda hard when your day looks like this:

5:15 a.m. — Wake up. Because that’s what time I’ve always woken up to get ready for the work day. Oh, that’s right. I was fired. No job to go to. Try to go back to sleep. Can’t. Turn on the light and read a few more chapters in the Bible.

**Sidenote: I’m trying to read through the Bible this year. I’m in the book of Job. Remember Job? He was wealthy and blessed, and then his world came crumbling down – lost his wealth, all his children were killed, he was afflicted with boils . . . not the most uplifting reading at this point in my life, but I’m sure there’s a lesson in there somewhere for me.**

Where was I? Oh yes,

5:35 – 6:45 a.m. — Roll around in the bed, having semi-coherent conversations with Smoochy who’s not really a morning person. Try and figure out what in the heck I’m going to do with Lovegirl all day long. We’re in MS. There’s not much to do on the best of days. We definitely don’t need to go shopping, have lunch out, go to the movies, drive – anything that will cost $ we need to avoid. I come up with nothing. Then I remember – she’s got her 2 year check up today. Hallelujah! We’re leaving the house today.

7:15 a.m. — Lovegirl awakens. I’m summoned to her Royal Highness’ crib-side where she greets me with a cheery “good morning Mama!”

7:30 – 7:50 a.m. — Fix Lovegirl’s breakfast – a banana, juice, and a waffle. Iron our clothes for the day. Wonder how long I can continue to wear the same 4 pairs of blue jeans and 3 t-shirts before they just disentegrate. Fondly look back on my working days when 4 pairs of jeans was a luxury — two weekends worth of clothes. Now, I can’t make it through the week without washing. Let’s face it, I’d look pretty silly dancing and singing to the Doodlebops while drinking a juice box in slacks, a blouse, and pumps.

8:00 – 9:30 a.m. — Generally waste time. Watch some morning television news. Watch a little of the movie “Roll, Bounce.” Comb Lovegirl’s hair. Look at my gray hairs and wonder why I ever thought I’d relish having gray hair. I don’t look distinguished, I look washed out. Contemplate getting a rinse, and a perm and just letting this whole natural thing go. Quickly get out of the mirror and head downstairs to let the stank dog out. He really does stink. It is beyond time for him to have a bath.

10:00 — Head out to the doctor’s office. Lovegirl proceeds to act a stone fool. She cries. She slobs. She fake gags. All this while she’s being weighed and measured. She’s 26.12 pounds and 33.75 inches. She finishes being poked and prodded and is given a clean bill of health. One small bag of gummy bears and $55 dollars later, we’re through. She’s now all smiles and bids everyone in the office a fond adieu.

11:00 – 12:30 — Wander around the mall. Where did all these cute clothes come from? When I have no money, everything looks good. When I’m flush with cash, I can’t stand the way anything looks or fits. Catch 22 if there ever was one. Buy Lovegirl two outfits and a pair of shoes for a grand total of $35. Leave the mall and head home. Lovegirl falls asleep in the car and is especially difficult to extricate from her car seat once we’re here.

12:30 – now — Waste time. Look forward to hitting the gym at 5:45. Wonder what I’ll cook for dinner? Why do I cook less now than when I worked? Realize that I’ve become way less organized and together since I’ve been home. I forget to pay bills. I ride around on 1/4 tank of gas. I’ve been meaning to take some clothes to the Goodwill since July. It is almost mid-September. Wonder if being a stay-at-home mom is better when you plan to be one as opposed to having it chosen for you? Feel guilty and remorseful for even typing this entry.

It is now 2:20. This entry sucks. If you stayed to the end, congratulations. If I had money, I’d award you a prize. But I don’t, so I won’t. Please tune in next time for what would have to be a cheerier, more upbeat entry. What are the chances of two really down entries in a row? Probably less than the chances of winning the million dollar lottery twice. Like this lady did. Lucky heifer.


4 thoughts on “A Day in the Life

  1. Isn’t it sad that a good day contains a trip to the doctor’s just to get out of the house? Every now and then Peanut will tug on her ears and I wonder if we’ll be able to make a trip to the doctor’s just to waste some of the day.

    BTW, a $55 bag of gummy bears? What, was is like a small bag that contained 25 pounds of the little guys? Or was that like mostly a co-pay at the Dr.’s?

  2. TKW – My bad. The visit cost us $55. The “free” gummy bears are a reward (?) for making it through the visit. They should have margarita machines for the mamas!

  3. Whew! I was beginning to think there was some super, extravagant, yummalicious kind of gummy bears I didn’t know about! 😉

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