A Day in The Life

Typical work day:
5:30 am - Alarm goes off, try to wake up, usually crawl out of bed 15-20 minutes later, get myself, my lunch, and my work ready for the day, take everything out to the car.

6:45 - 7:00 am - Wake Michael up (how late depends on how long it takes me to fully wake up so I can get ready).

7:15 - 7:30 am - Drop Michael off at Aunt Donna's.

8:00 - 8:30 am (depending on traffic) Arrive at work.

8:30 am - 6:30 pm (give or take an hour on the end) - Alternate between meetings and crises. Somewhere in there try to fit in potty breaks (preferably without someone standing outside the stall telling me about another crisis), and maybe even five minutes to heat up lunch that I get to eat while catching up on either e-mail or voice mail (if it's a slow day, I might actually take five minutes to look at facebook on my blackberry for my "lunch break").

7:00 pm (give or take an hour, depending on work and traffic) - Arrive home, eat dinner with the boys.

7:30 pm - Play with Michael and/or give him a bath.

8:15 pm - Read stories to Michael and put him to bed.

8:45 pm - Make sure everything is ready to start the next day.

9:15 pm - Maybe watch a few minutes of something from the DVR with Dave - or do a load of laundry - or review another report for work - or try to get the pictures transferred from my camera to the computer - or...well, you get the idea.

10:00 pm - Either watch the news or check the weather on the computer.

10:30 pm - Hopefully, fall asleep quickly.

Tell me again why people think I'm mad at them if I don't feel like sitting on my backside for two hours while I talk to them on the phone? And why do they think a phone call to them should be more important than spending the evening with my husband and son? And on the weekend - since I have soooo much time at home during the work week - why do these same people think I should be forwarding silly e-mails, sitting on the phone, or going shopping with them instead of playing in the sand box or going for a walk, to the library, or to the park with my son? And forget about trying to get caught up around the house while Michael's taking his nap - I should be calling these people instead, right? Not if you want me to stay sane! All I can say is, thank goodness Dave helps so much with meals and dishes!
Do that many people (three at last count) really think that everything I do (or don't do) is because of them? If anyone is actually reading this, me not calling you does not mean I am mad at you. It does, however, mean that I am busy (see above schedule). For those of you that are just happy to hear from me, whenever that might be...thank you!