Every stay-at-home parent faces this question at least once in their career, "What do you do all day?" Although, I admit, my husband's been smart about not asking that question - I do get asked from complete strangers. The audacity, right? Usually I tell them that I go bar hopping after shoe shopping and they know to avoid asking me that question again.
After reading Megan's quirky entry at "Best Of Fates", where she posted a snapshot of her awkward schedule and visiting Bridget's hilarious post at "Twinisms" on why she was so tired - I decided, why not pile on more evidence? Just to show you how good your life is.
05:53 am My eyes snap open. I await an onslaught of some sort
05:57 am Still trying to go back to sleep but I'm sure a little guy is going to crash my bed any sec
06:05 am The alarm goes off - I curse the lost 12 minutes of sleep
06:20 am Ten minute workout with husband farting throughout the ENTIRE thing. STIN-keee!
06:45 am The battle begins!! And goes on until I drop the suckers off @school
08:45 am Jot down a "To Do" list and ignore it completely
09:00 am Write, check emails, pay bills and stare - just stare - at the mess in my house
12:00 pm Realize I can't have lunch because I haven't gone shopping and starve
12:01 pm Set up manuscripts to send in for rejection notices
2:20 pm Pick up the Air Head and begin the homework battle
5:45 pm Pick up "Piss Pants" a.k.a. Samu and begin the dinner battle
8:30 pm Put the demons to bed and say, "Don't give me any crap tomorrow!"
But of course, they do give me crap because I wasn't specific enough. Same day - different battle hymn. As for the attempt to make myself look noble, you know, the 'manuscript' submission thing? Yeah, well it's like saying I'm sending out my resume to an electronic job posting (which I have done). Useless, yes, but it feeds my delusion so nicely.
With my day typed out like this, you may think me productive. Organized even. But I assure you that nothing - absolutely nothing - gets done on time around here. Well, except beer o'clock.