I’ve always had in mind to do a “day in the life” post but something (oh yeah, life) kept getting in the way. My motivation is partly because I love reading these posts myself and mostly because I am in a situation at the moment where most of what I do is unseen. Ever since we moved back to France from the U.S., I’ve been continuing to work for my U.S. employer remotely.
Working from home has its advantages and disadvantages, the main advantage being that I can be available for the kids and home stuff during the day, and the main disadvantage being that THERE IS NOT ESCAPE AND I AM SO ALOOOONE. So for this post, I chose to document a day that represents the best and worst of this dual existence. Wednesdays are half-days for schools in France, so while I have my mornings to myself, I have the afternoons with our two daughters. Here’s how it goes:
5 a.m. – Woken up by the cat wanting his breakfast. Cat fed, I go back to sleep.
7 a.m. – Up for the day. Get daughter no. 1 off to the bus and school. Eat some leftover pear cake for breakfast and have a cup of coffee.
8 a.m. – Get daughter no. 2 off to the bus and school. Sit for a few minutes to check emails and news of the world (SAD!) Say goodbye to husband as he leaves for work.
8:30 a.m. – Spend some time doing chores around the house. Dishwasher unloaded and loaded, laundry gathered and started, beds made and general straightening of the house. Unclog shower drain and decide whole shower needs to be scrubbed. Wash hands several time to remove yucky shower drain smell and subsequent bleach smell.
9:30 a.m. – Spent too long on chores so now starting work a bit late. Make some progress on a project.
11:30 a.m. – Make lunch–Lentil and Swiss Chard soup. Feel very good about using some of the veggies from the CSA box.
12 p.m. – Laundry is done so hang it up outside on the line to dry.
12:30 p.m. – Realize daughter no. 2 should be home by now but isn’t; check videophone only to see her at the gate holding back tears. Realize power outage last night reset videophone which wasn’t turned on so I couldn’t hear her ringing the bell. Open gate and proceed to cover her with guilty hugs and kisses. Remember this is the same child who once asked me what she should do if she woke up one morning only to discover our corpses and feel even more guilty.
12:45 p.m. – Daughter no. 1 comes home and we all eat lunch together.
1:30 p.m. – 3 p.m. – Daughters no. 1 and 2 have activities at the music school, so we drive into town and I drop them off. While they’re in class, I run by the grocery store to pick up a few things and pass by the recycling center to get rid of the three bags of recycling in my trunk. Daughter no. 1 finishes and we stop by the library to get the next volumes in the manga series she is reading.
3 – 6 p.m. – Drop off daughter no. 2 at a friend’s house to work on a project. Daughter no. 1 and I head home for a few hours of relative peace and quiet. I get some work done, finish the laundry, and make banana bread pudding using an old baguette and overripe bananas. Daughter no. 2 returns and I prepare a hasty dinner while getting ready for my dance class. Leave daughter no. 1–the teenager–in charge.
6:45 – 8:15 p.m. – Drive to my African dance class in which I spent an inordinate amount of time trying to get my body to override my brain (the struggle is real). Get invited to a birthday party the following evening and despite instant introvert urge to respond, “Heck, no!”, I smile and say I’ll be there. Feel very good about social efforts despite squicky feeling in stomach.
8:30 – 10:30 p.m. – Home, snuggle with girls before sending them to bed for the night. Husband arrives and we recap the day before he retreats to his office and I retreat to bed with a book. Manage to read a few pages before snoozing…
So there you have it–way more than you ever wanted to know about a day in my life. You’ll notice there was no mention of blogging, as that usually has to wait until the weekend. Any of this seem familiar to you?