I mean, what is there to say about a work day?
Tell you what. I will list down what I did today in reasonable order.
- Woke up early in the morning after a weird dream that I was having open heart surgery in my bedroom. In my dream I felt as good as I do when I get the premed just before surgery. It's the most wonderful feeling. Then I woke up. Obviously the prospect of open heart surgery in my bedroom was too much.
- Went back to sleep.
- Woke up at around 7.00 and felt mildly disappointed that it was not Saturday. Lay in bed wondering what it would be like to have a week that went Monday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Saturday, Sunday and so on.
- Got out of bed.
- Called out to son to get him out of bed.
- Fed furry Benny. Scrambled egg dry dog food. He thought it was okay
- Yelled again at son
- Decided to eat breakfast. After a piggy week last week I went shopping and bought lots of healthy food. That was on Sunday. Now it is Tuesday I realise how very hard it is to chew some healthy food. Chew, chew, chew. But it is healthy so I can deal with that.
- Yell at son again only to realise that he was out of bed and I was just yelling out of habit. That is me, habitual yeller. Which is to be expected when I have a sloth for a son.
- Get dressed.
- Put on make up.
- Say goodbye to son as K takes him to school.
- Dry hair.
- Take Benny for walk with K.
- Get home and organise Benny's treats and toys and put them outside.
- Drive to work listening to my music. Realise that the 70's is my all time favourite period for music. Groovy stuff.
- Get to work.
- Make coffee. Only wanted to make one cup but then ended up making four cups for others. Had to add water, coffee beans and clean tray before I could make the coffee.
- Started payroll.
- Realised delivery of ink toner had not arrived and I had to forward all my printing to someone else in the office so that they could print things off via the other printer.
- Continued with payroll which takes at least three hours.
- Had lunch.
- Did four hours of general journal entries and other accounting related activities.
- Headed home at 4.30 pm as Benny was having training.
- Get home and eat quickly.
- Open box that arrived for me in the mail. It has my new boots in it. I try them on with guilty pleasure.
- Change into dog friendly clothes.
- Have a cup of tea.
- Sprayed new boots with leather care to keep them looking nice.
- K and I drive to dog training which takes an hour and is in peak hour traffic
- Whilst waiting at the lights a person rolled into the back of my car and hit it. Fortunately no damage.
- Get to dog training early and have to wait in car.
- Do dog training for 45 minutes. Benny is a star.
- Drive home and get there by 8.00 pm
- Son does not want "bland pasta" for dinner so I heat up sausage rolls for him. What a shite mother I am giving my son sausage rolls for dinner.
- Also a bad wife as husband heats up party pies.
- Feed Benny dry dog food with some puppy milk.
- Eat my dinner which is a turnip, swede, zucchini and fennel soup that I made. I add chicken to it. Nobody else likes it so that is fine.
- Have a cup of tea which K made for me.
- Play on computer while watching TV.
- Have just realised it is 9.10 pm so I better yell to son that he has to get ready for bed. This action will be repeated at least a few times.
- Remind son to feed lizard.
- Play Scramble on iPhone.
- Resist the urge to watch some pointless medical show on TV.
So, there you go.
That's my life this Tuesday.
I could do this every day couldn't I? Just list it all down. It reminds me of a story that some actor told on TV once. His father used to keep note books and every day he would write in them. Every single day for years and years he would make notes in these little books and when the books were full he would put them in a box and start a new one. This son always wanted to know what his father wrote in these note books.
When his father died his son found the box and read the books.
However, instead of deep and meaningful words of wisdom or salacious stories filling the notebooks, his father had just written down what he did every day. Things like "went down the street and got milk" and "read the newspaper" and "made myself a cup of tea" were the wonderful words that filled the books.
I always found that story incredibly amusing.