Describe a typical day in your life — but do it in a form or in a medium you’ve rarely — if ever – used before. If you’re a photoblogger, write a poem. If you’re a poet, write an open letter. If you’re a travel blogger, write a rant.
There’s a force to be reckoned with in my life that has succeeded in turning my already crazy world into something even more crazy. I don’t know how you do it with your five kids – or is it six? – but the one that I have now is driving me absolutely nuts. I’ve been told that it’s best to put him on a schedule and that idea alone – putting ME on a schedule with him so he can actually have a schedule – stresses the crap out of me.
I thrive best without a schedule – I really do. But if I have to put the little munchkin on a schedule, I guess I’ll have to do it, and whether or not I’ve got to grit my teeth to do it, I guess that comes with the territory of being a mother.
So far, this has been the plan, and just to let you know -it’s also the first week of summer vacation so my grays roots are already showing, and it’s only 7 a.m. (My hair stylist is not answering the phone. Crapshoot.)
Honestly, how do you do it?
8 am – I’m awake. I really am, and the little one, well, he’s still asleep, conked out because he stayed up late. But I shall take advantage of this quiet hour before he wakes up to have some coffee. Even better, the hubby has gone to the store to pick up a cup of coffee for me and even some banana nut bread. P.S. The little terror is still asleep.
9 am – The hubby is painting the fence. It’s on his To-Do list and as long as I get my peace and quiet while I have my coffee, all is well with the world.
10 am – The little terror is awake. But I have lulled him to silence with a bowl of Cheerios and the iPad. I know, I know, I shouldn’t give him the iPad, but what’s a writer to do? I’m already at 96K words and do you know how difficult it is to tie loose ends and get this thing edited for publication? Oh wait, I forgot – you’re not a writer. You’re raising five kids – or is it six? You. Are. SuperMom. And clearly I am not.
11 am – The little terror spilled the Cheerios. I can’t wait for the Hubby to get done painting the fence. Unfortunately it’s only the white paint thing, not the actual color. I guess that’s tomorrow.
12 noon – The hubby cannot wait till we’re out of the house so he gets his peace and quiet. I can’t wait to drop the terror at the day care for the five hours of work I need to do – which also gives me some peace and quiet.
6 pm – Picked up the little terror – and saw him push three – THREE – children out of the way. No more iPad for him from here on, the little shit.
7 pm – Gotta hand the kid over to the hubby because I am done. Apparently, I have this Daily Prompt I need to do. But first – coffee.
10 pm – Wait. Wasn’t I supposed to stick to a schedule for the little one. Oh well, maybe tomorrow.
5 thoughts on “Do I Have To Stick To A Schedule?”
Little Terror!!! haha
really liked how you described your entire schedule without making it sound dull and yet made me laugh!
Thanks! Welcome to my crazy day 🙂
I’m conflicted on the whole schedule thing – I don’t like having a schedule for my day because it stresses me out, but yet I’m a slave to routine 🙂
I love the way you wrote this!
Exactly! This prompt went against everything I believed in 😀