all in a day's work

WARNING: heavily detailed! Not for those with a lazy eye or an eye patch, and certainly not for anyone with a short attention span, including ADHD. But I will spare you of any bathroom trips or diaper changes...

I just thought I'd fill you in on what I spend all my free time doing. And I'll be using this very day as an example. Woke up at 5:30 am. No, Will was still asleep, but husband wasn't. Brad's been waking up early to get in some more studying... normally I sleep through it, but we had gotten to bed really early the night before (due to some tasty, but not so yummy in the tummy, home-made mac and cheese). Anyway, couldn't sleep, so got some finances done. Woohoo...

Will woke up an hour later and we made some breakfast for Brad. Not a usual occurence, sadly. During this time, I put on some Christmas music. That's right, you read right. I'm not ashamed to admit that once it starts feeling all holiday-ee I break out the carols! Hey, if you can see your breath in the morning, then it's time for soup and songs, regardless of sunny 84 degree weather! Sent the student off to school and chilled with Will.

While Willlie took a nap, I got some cleaning in, a little time on the computer, and then some yoga! Yay yoga! However, this morning nap was shorter than normal, and the Monkey (or Monk for short) joined me for some downward facing dog. Wanting to finish my yoga session, I set the kid up with a biscuit and some juice. But, my stamina quickly waned and Willie was done and it was time to clean him up, and his work station.

Since crumbs don't resort to staying nicely on the table or in his mouth, our next mode of action was to vaccuum. After cleaning up the rest of the house that Monk had used to preoccupy himself, I got some dinner in the crock-pot. I am officially the queen of crock-pots, seeing as we have no stove (just two hot plates we plug in) and no oven; it's just easier this way. Made a nice mess but forgot about it while we went on a nice long walk. I'll have to post some pics of what I like to call Memory Lane, because I want to commit all the homes to memory so I can build one later.

Upon returning home, I decided to wash some dishes. But before I could do that, I had to Will-proof everything. So, I went about securing some baskets to our shelves. As the pictures suggest, Will had discovered that these baskets come off of the shelves, along with everything they contain, falling to the floor. I was getting real tired of picking these up, 10 times a day, so I decided to do something about it. I whipped (or heaved) out the hammer and pinned them down. Needless to say, my child was not too happy when he realized he couldn't yank them off. Yesss! Mom:1, baby:0...

Next task was to lock the cabinet door with all of the baggies and cleaning supplies. I hauled out the drill and proceeded to put the whole locking system together. In the meanwhile, I had to put Will under bedroom arrest, because he kept trying to sit on my lap while I had a live screw in my hand! And then, the biggest task of them all: washing dishes. It's true, we have no dish washer, and everything needs to be done by hand. It takes about an hour, with Monk whining in the background and finding free-range collanders, pots, pans, bottles, pitchers, etc.

By now it's 3:00 pm. Doesn't sound like much has happened, huh? Certainly not anything of real excitement... but is there anything to report that will make all of this worthy to post? Not really. I now sit here, typing up a novel about my ho-hum day, after fixing the bed and picking up the toys, of course. I was able to get Will down for his afternoon nap, which is looking like there's some potential. I'll probably waste the rest of the day reading, packing, and showering. And I don't want to hear, "You're getting ready for the day? And what time is it?" As for this being a long-winded post, congratulations for making it this far. One look at my page would have told you this was an eye-full! I'm partially torn, because when I started this whole blog thing I didn't want to bore anyone. But at the same time, this was to be a memoir. It's not my fault if I have an un-eventful life! Then again, maybe it is...