A while ago Flotsam did a "day in the life" post. It sounds terribly boring but was oddly fascinating to read. (It helps that she's a charming writer). It was so fun to read I clicked through and read the ones she linked to. And promptly took detailed notes and some photos chronicling my life the very next day. And then a few weeks went by.
But I have found the notes so here we have A Thursday. A few weeks ago.
Oscar awakes, crying, asking for milk. He ends up in our bed (with milk). I fall instantly back asleep despite having no space for sleeping.
Somewhere around 6 a.m.
I don't know exactly when but Mr. H gets up and presumably showers. I can't be expected to know, I'm not awake. I do know he makes coffee and typically brings me a mug full but if he did that morning I did not record it. Most likely because I was asleep not because he forgot my coffee.
I am awake enough to jot a note in my notebook "should get up." I do not get up.
Out of bed! In the kitchen I toast toast, smooth smoothie, sign homework and pour coffee. If notes are to be believed I do all this in 10 minutes. And perhaps Mr. H did not bring me coffee as I apparently poured it myself (a rare occurence)
Wake up Biscuit and offer her the smoothie (ed note: I was really on my game this particular morning. It's only about once a month I wake up before Biscuit--usually she drags me out of bed). Biscuit is uncharacteristically hard to wake and tries to convince me it's Saturday and she should go back to sleep. No dice. I remind her I have a morning meeting and we have to get going. She is impolite. We argue over courteous treatment of ones elders (plus, I brought her a smoothie). Somewhere in there I eat my toast.
In shower. Coffee on windowsill in shower.
Out of shower. Biscuit is now in her shower. Oscar remains asleep in my bed. I get dressed in a dress and boots that I realize are likely too casual for my morning meeting. Oh well, too late. Plus weather looks rainy.
Still un(drunken?) smoothie is transferred to water bottle for transport. Biscuit tries on her pioneer dress and suggests sleeves should be shorter. She digs through clean laundry on couch for preferred pair of leggings.
I finish getting dressed and brush my hair.
I discover a spot on my dress (of course!) wipe it with wash cloth and bruch my teeth. Then I throw together Biscuit's lunch: meat (presumably leftovers but now I can't recall), cucumber, pretzels and a cookie. Not exactly a winning lunch but it'll do.
Biscuit is stressing about some homework thing (probably she forgot to write her reading summary). I wake up Oscar and shove him in some clothes. I find a cute sweater he's never worn. This is what happens when you inherit a giant pile of adorable clothes from your cousins and then put the kid in the same 4 t-shirts every day. Adorable sweaters get pushed to the bottom of the drawer and forgotten.
Biscuit finishes her homework crisis and packs her backpack.
We are out the door! This is a true miracle. 7:30 is my goal leaving time but 7:45 is when we usually leave. I must have been extra motivated by the fact I had a meeting.
Drop off Oscar at daycare. Daycare provider shows me photos taken the previous day of the big boys (including Oscar) walking holding hands. Adorable. I ask for copies and learn for the first time that she texts. This is excellent news--now I can text her if we need to change our schedule.
Head to Biscuit's school
Throw her out of the car in the drop off lane. Start commute listening to Morning Edition on NPR.
At work. Wow, in hindsight this was a very smooth morning. That was a quick commute and after an early start. I usually arrive closer to 8:45 or 8:50. Oh, right, I had an 8:30 meeting.
In training session about how to make an "elevator pitch" for your program. Meanwhile I have guests visiting my work but I cannot be with them due to training session. Text back and forth with guests under the table to make sure they are okay. They were late but it worked out. I try to pay attention to presenters.
Leave training to go meet guests and thank them for visiting. Discuss project with guests. Project will not be happening. Oh well.
Leave meeting and run to find food. While walking across campus I email my mother-in-law about upcoming kid care coverage and text (!) daycare provider about adorable photos she sent. I also walk a new way across campus and discover some very cool tiles in the concrete patio of the chemistry building. How have I not noticed these before?
Meet up with friends at campus eatery. Eat pizza.
Quickly prep for conference call with co-workers--head to co-workers office.
Phone call regarding different project. It goes very well. This project will happen. Hooray.
Chat with co-workers and celebrate imminent success of project.
Walk back to my office while reading an article entitled "Lean Out" a bit of a spoof on Sandberg's "Lean In." Most of my co-workers loved Lean In but one co-worker does not (she has sent me this article). It's amusing.
Back at office and do some work. Not sure what, probably email and stuff. Also phone calls. I wrap it up and leave early today at 4:45 (I can't recall why I left early, usually I don't leave until 5:30. Hmm, another mystery when you take incredibly detailed notes about your day but not quite detailed enough)
Leave work and walk to car. Call Mr. H to discuss dinner plans and groceries.
Driving home. Chat on the phone with a friend and then listen to a podcast. Sometimes NPR gets boring, ya know?
At the grocery store for a few last items for dinner.
Home! I cut up a bunch of fruit as an appetizer for the kids. Oscar eats a boatload of pineapple as I'm cooking dinner. Biscuit helps with the cooking and after hearing me mention garlic Oscar opens the proper cupboard and hands me a head of garlic. I'm duly impressed.
Soup on the table. I wish I could recall what kind of soup I made. I'm guessing it was sausage and kale (or spinach based on the photo)
Dinner is over and Oscar is playing with his "mote control car" and being a baby kitty while Mr. H and I clear dishes.
Biscuit and I head to the craft shed to work on the pioneer dress. We do a bit on the bonnet and she helps with cutting and sewing.
Back inside. Oscar gets in the bath. Perhaps I was giving him a bath?
Oscar is out of the bath and his teeth are brushed. Biscuit has brushed her own teeth and has her jammies on. I read stories to Oscar.
Oscar's story time is over and a family tickle war (minus mom) breaks out on Oscar's bed.
Mr. H is helping Oscar settle down in bed. I am rubbing Biscuit's back. I review work email and read notes for a trip coming up in the morning.
Still in our bedtime stations. I am reading blogs on my phone.
Biscuit finally asleep. Oscar is still wide awake (insomniac child!)
I finish reading blogs and drag myself out of Biscuit's bed to gather up laundry and trash. I also change into running clothes.
I take out the trash (garbage night!) and put in a podcast for a run. It's Thursday so there's a new episode of "After the Jump" which I always like. I go for a run.
Home from teh run I start a load of laundry and do a few dishes while finishing up the podcast. I also deal with the compost bin and have a glass of wine.
The kitchen is halfway clean (good enough) so I head out to the craft shack to get a bit more done on the pioneer dress. I hem it and fix the sleeves--it's pretty quick.
I'm back inside and make a pot of popcorn. I really love popcorn. I also do a few more dishes and feed my sourdough starter.
Time to put the laundry in the dryer so I do it and head to bed. Looking at this I must have taken the popcorn to bed with me to read and eat in bed. I don't think even I could make and eat an entire bowl of popcorn in 7 minutes. Hmm. By this time of night I was rather sick of recording my minute by minute activities so the mystery of the popcorn will remain.
And now it's 10:47 on this Thursday and there is laundry to switch and a big mountain of laundry to fold so I best get on with it.