A day in the life

Weekdays;
6:30-7:00 am; Drag ass out of bed and stumble bleared eyed into bathroom, usually tripping over the dog in the process who is too dumb to clue into the fact that as a speedbump, he is remarkably suited. Turn on hot water, then radio to tune into breakfast show. Stand in shower and gasp as scalding water hits me. Fiddle with cold till temperature is right.
7:00-7:30 am; Breakfast while checking email. Coffee and toast. Yes, always. Wash down a mouthful of vitamins with last of coffee.
7:30-8:00 am; Makeup/hair/pack bag for the day
8:00 -8:15 stand in living room or driveway for a quick snuggle with the boi as he gets home and I leave for the day. Bitch that its not long enough and giggle about the stories from his worknight.
8:15-9:00 am- drive to work, dance to radio and sip another coffee while stuck in traffic.
9:00-12:00 am- jot random notes as boss mentions absentmindedly what needs to be done, Check post, email and faxes, and send same, make sure boss knows who needs to be called, what needs to be done for the day.
12:00-5:00 deal with the jotted list of notes from the am, make a bank run, sort rental property/tenant issues.
5:00-6:00; drive home in traffic, dancing in seat and drinking coffee.

6:00-6:30- sort something for evening meal
6:30-7:00- go jump on the sleeping boi, steal snuggles.
7:00-7:30 shower together
7:30-9:30; eat in front of the TV, snuggle while watching crime dramas or something, chat about my day, get him packed for work during commercial breaks
9:30-midnight- laundry, more email/surfing, read papers while snuggles with the kitty, sort lunch for next day.

That’s my workweek. Sometimes duck out early on Thursdays to join the mom-in-law type for shopping and coffee before heading home. Often duck off for a few hours on Friday, as the boi will often come to the office as a way to avoid falling to sleep when he gets off in the am; the longer he stays awake on Friday the more likely he is to sleep through the night and therefore be awake during the day on weekends.

Today I feel spoiled. Message from him in am to say he was still at work and would not make it home in time for morning visit. So off I go to work. Only to be jumped in the parking lot. We love on the north end of the city, boi works in centre city, I work on south end. Since he would not catch me at home, he braved morning traffic to see me at the office. AND he brought chocolate.

Weekends are totally unpredictable. Usually involves shopping on Saturday and home renno stuff on Sunday. But typically also include visits to the beach or dog parks, sometimes a clubbing/dancing expedition, and always decadent extended periods in bed for movies and unmentionables.

Life is good.