My husband and I decided today that we both need to be working every single free moment of every single day between now and July 16 to be ready to host my son’s graduation party or we’re f*’d. Except I didn’t abbreviate when I was talking to Craig. And then we laughed, because we both know we’re f*’d either way, and it’s pretty typical.
So in that vein, this is my day:
4:40am : swear at the alarm clock. swear word should not be how I start my day. but it is.
5:20am: holy crap, get out the door!
6:03am: OK, only a tiny bit late. if I hadn’t been behind that gravel truck the entire ride I would’ve been early.
8:00am: feed me, I’m melting!
11:00am: rush of energy, I’m off like a prom dress. my coworkers just love it when I say that on my way out.
12:00pm: run to the orthodontist to get more rubber bands for the boy. it is ungodly hot because i’m not accustomed.
12:30pm: spackle the drywall screw holes in the basement. sucks. i think he used a million screws plus four.
4:00pm: freak out and string together a sentence consisting entirely of swear words when I realize that a carpenter bee has started drilling a new hole in the BRAND NEW SIDING my husband put up but didn’t yet stain.
4:15pm: craft an entirely new and equally impressive sentence of swear words when I can’t find the house stain in our ridiculously disorganized and messy garage. make mental note that in addition to the other million plus thirteen projects, we should clean the garage. curse the missing paint.
4:20pm: notice zinnia seeds have sprouted! the neighbors probably think i’m crazy when i start to jump up and down.
4:30pm: kick can of paint while washing the spackle knife in the laundry tub. do a little dance.
4:40pm: kill that f*cking carpenter bee who has the nerve to come and start drilling into my siding while I’m trying to paint it! do a new dance, that makes eight kills.
4:45pm: dance around in a panic when the ants start biting me because I’m standing on an ant hill while attempting to paint the siding. Hate. Ants.
5:30pm: clean up from house paint, move on to trim paint to paint over the old cream (when was this house cream?) trim paint that was exposed when we moved the gutters.
6:00pm: clean the danged old paint brush again!
6:15pm: edge the impatient bed with stones I have laying willy nilly in a flower bed, plant more impatients in the bed from whence I removed the rocks ~ it’s all a delicate dance around here.
7:00pm: make my husband walk around so I can point out all the work I did. expect praise. didn’t get nearly enough. Pfffft.
Cook dinner, clean up from dinner, empty and reload dishwasher, wrangle children, send long overdue emails.
Rest while husband takes his diy shift.
12:01am: feel guilt for writing blog post instead of working.
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