A typical weekday looks like this: get up, lay in bed until
the last minute, rush out, dress the baby, snag the kids and take them to
school. From here I either run to the grocery store, Target, grab a Starbucks,
head straight home or take the baby to the park for a walk. If I come back
home, I’m usually pulling into the driveway by 7:45 AM.
This morning, it was
raining so while I still did the lazy butt mom thing in bed before I dashed off
in the rain, I avoided further outings because of the weather only to find that
my day was about to take on a new persona. The Internet and phone kind of
personality.
Let me back up by stating that I’m a stay-at-home
mom/part-time worker/author. I allow 12-15 hours per week for my part-time gig,
10 hours a week for my editing work and 10 plus hours (depending on deadlines)
for my writing. All of these battle with my time as a mom (3 kids: 2, 10 and
13), wife and domestic goddess (I’m trying to get his nickname to stick).
So when I’m finally home, I set up shop in front of my
computer, put a movie or 100 in the DVD player and get ‘er done. But today I
was sucked into a Twilight Zone. My internet was down and the phone wouldn’t
work and for a second, as I clutched my cell phone in my sweaty hand, afraid to
release the only lifeline I thought I had, I was about to freak out. Was I
stuck at home without any contact with the outside world? If I died, would they
find me still holding my cell? Then I looked at the baby and I swear she
smirked. She knew I was stuck with her all day and not paying attention to my
computer. She could smell the fear and it stank worse than a day old poopie
diaper.
But then I woke up and dialed my husband, because duh, my
cell phone still worked! Just not the internet on it.
I emailed my boss (once I turned off the wifi on my phone,
again, duh) and told her this was a blessing because I was feeling rather
scattered lately and maybe this would give me a second to gather my thoughts,
plan out my schedule and get those darn bills paid. I was going to cherish this
small gift I was given. Turn what I thought was a negative into a positive. End
the day feeling good.
And then the most unexpected thing happened. An hour later,
my service was restored and all I have to show for it is a rather lengthy text
conversation with husband about bills (no sexting here), I tried green tea and
honey yogurt (not a fan), baby ate a banana, I created two lists (one for home
and one for work) and I wrote this blog post all before I had a chance to brew
a cup of coffee.
Phew, I’m exhausted. I think I might crawl back into bed,
put on a kid movie and toss the baby in with me and try to grab a few winks
before I have to pick the kids back up from school. My domestic goddess body
needs a rest!
I mean, look at this kitchen. Doesn't it make you feel sleepy looking at it!
