{11.17.05}

a typical day

I'm experiencing a cooking block lately, you know when you have no idea what to fix for dinner and nothing sounds good. This is annoying to Adam I’m sure, but thankfully Brenner doesn’t care because he has three things he loves and never gets tired of; avocados, anything pasta, and jelly sandwiches - just jelly - no peanut butter – weirdo! Anyway, I should cruz the Internet for some yummy but EASY recipes and plan my meals on weekends. The last thing I want to do after working eight hours everyday in the public is go to the store and inevitably run into someone I know from work and feel the need to keep my professional hat on. That’s the beauty of shopping at 9pm when normal people are home and enjoying their evenings. Oh, to have the luxury of shopping, planning and doing things during the day…must be nice.

Here is a typical day for me… I get up around 6ish, start coffee, get Brenner’s chocolate milk, which is really Ovaltine but he doesn’t know, pop a cartoon in the DVD (no cable for this girl), shower, start or fold a load of laundry, make the beds, make breakfast, do the dishes, get Brenner in the shower and dressed, pack-up his backpack with a show-and-tell toy and a snack that he doesn’t need because daycare provides them, but thinks it’s “cool”, check my straightening iron and coffee pot several (more like 5) times to make sure they are turned off, drop Brenner off at daycare around 7:45ish and kiss him a million times until he tells me to stop and runs off to play, cry inside, crank my music to prepare for the day, stop for coffee at Starbucks if time allows, work, run on my lunch hour, work, try to find something to eat, pick Brenner up around 5ish, listen to him describe his whole day on the ride home, get his snack made, try to pretend that I’m interested and excited to make dinner, make dinner, do the dishes, play Go Fish a million times, help him with his preschool workbook, go through my fantastic junk mail, read some books, pray with Brenner and thank God for giving him to me, collapse on my loveseat, turn on my TV and try to find something that comes in clear, flip through my Marie Claire magazine that is 3 months old, return any missed calls, do some more cleaning and laundry before bed and wonder how I’m going to do this all over again the next day.

Wow, what a random journal entry…back to work…yay for me.