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A Day in the Life

6:40 - 15 year old wakes me up to take her to early morning seminary.
6:42 - Driving to high school, realize I don't have on shoes.
6:44 - Check if I put on pants.
7:00 - Wake 13 year old up.
7:45 - Take 10 year old to school.
7:55 - Junior high carpool.
8:15 - Eat breakfast and lounge with 5 year old.
9:10 - Clean out 5 year old's backpack.  See calendar.  I'm scheduled to help in class today.  In a half hour.
9:15 - Drop off 5 year old at kindergarten.
9:17 - Jump in shower.
9:19 - Jump out of shower
9:39 - Run into school to volunteer.
9:41 - 5 year old kisses me.  This repeats every 3 minutes for the duration of my stay.
9:42 - Tape candy canes onto books.
9:45 - Listen while the teacher talks about the letter "q."
10:00 - Help children write the letter "q" along with words that start with "q." Explain to little boy that Christmas does not begin with "q" and isn't pronounced "Quistmas."
10:30 - Teacher asks me to do recess duty so she can finish testing children.
11:15 - Remember the potluck today at work.
11:20 - Make roll dough, rise (sort of), plop onto cookie sheet.
11:57 - Back at school, checking out 5 year old.  Santa Claus is coming to daycare.  At noon.
12:10 - Traffic stops on the freeway. Maneuver off exit to drive to scenic route.
12:20 - Usual scenic route is thwarted due to a bridge closure.
12:21 - 5 year old starts to cry.  He might miss Santa.
12:40 - Squeal minivan into parking lot, run inside, turn on oven, drag 5 year old around school looking for Santa. 
12:58 - Take out rolls.  Hockey pucks.
1:00 - Find Santa. Eat potluck.
1:30 - Leave work.
2:00 - Home.
2:30 - 10 year old comes home.  Give him a kiss, inform him he's in charge and return to work.
3:10 - Squeal into parking lot again.  Run into school.
3:15, 3:28, 3:45 - phone calls from home.
4:00 - Husband just got home.  End of calls.
5:15 - Colleague returns.  Boss calls me old (see previous post)
5:17 - Drive home.
6:00 - Orchestra concert at junior high.
7:00 - Young women at church.
8:30 - Start the process of getting kids to bed.
9:30 - Running low on Diet Coke. And milk. Go to grocery store.
9:44 - Run into condescending woman from childhood.  Catch her up on my life.  She pats my head and sagely says, "Enjoy them while they're young."
9:46 - Fantasize bit** slapping her.
10:00 - Read until midnight. Or later.

Repeat daily.

Comments

  1. Did she really pat your head?? You have my full permission to b&&&h slap her. I hate being touched that way!

    You must live really close to work and school. Those times were so close.

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  2. I'd need Xanax after a day like that - are they all so fraught with transportation and deadlines?

    God knew what he was doing when he didn't give ME four kids all living at home.

    I hope you get some rest during your Christmas break.

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  3. It’s really a nice and helpful piece of information. I’m glad that you shared this helpful info with us. Please keep us informed like this. Thanks for sharing.

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  4. Nnice to know that anon was so informed and helped by your schedule : )

    And, days like this ( every day) is why God created diet coke

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  5. Hi, I'm a subscriber and I love this post of yours. Thank you for sharing.

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  6. Laughing out loud at the end there. Didn't see it coming. So nice to know I'm not the only one who thinks that sometimes!

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  7. Since you clearly do not have the time, I am going to schedule a nap in my day, just for you :-)

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  8. My favorite trap sheet. Thank you(Charlxtz)

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