A Day in the Life

Having Wednesdays off has it advantages, but it's very busy...
This was the list of to do items for the day:
Go to spin class and/or yoga.  Grocery shopping.  Studying.  Vacuum the floors and use the SpotBot on all the nasty spots.  Put away laundry, including the whites that have been in the dryer since Sunday.  Fill out paperwork for mortgage preapproval.
This is what actually happened today:

Wake up, sort of, to Alpha's alarms at 5:15, 5:30, and 5:45.  Push Alpha out of bed.  Wake up again when he says good bye for the day, and remind self that you're going to 9:30am spin class.  For real this time.  Go back to sleep.

7:30 - Get a phone call from Kitten.  She feels awful, and can she skip class and take a nap at my place?  Of course.  Get out of bed, feed dogs, brush teeth, and take pills before Kitten arrives.  Decide Kitten is more important than spin class.  You can always go to yoga at 5:30.

8:15 - Kitten arrives, and immediately starts sobbing.  She locked her keys in her car.  Calm her down, make tea, and google locksmiths.  The wait for the locksmith is an hour, so put Kitten, dogs, and self back in bed to snuggle.  Leave Kitten sleeping while the locksmith does his thing, and read your Kindle until 10:45, when you have to wake Kitten and push her out of bed.

11:20 - Get Kitten on her way and go to make breakfast/lunch.  Realize that the fridge is full of old and nasty, and empty out everything you can.  Including an entire container of homemade hummus and a styrofoam container of chicken soup.  Make yourself pickled beets with cottage cheese, and orange juice.  Congratulate yourself for emptying three more containers in a single meal.

12:00 - Spend time online.  Chat with a photographer you really want to work with (but can only afford to do so if it's free.)  Thinks you have him convinced, and then he mentions his rates.  Get disproportionately upset and overly body conscious, and try not to compare self to Kitten.  Spend over an hour trying to write a grocery list because you can't focus long enough to figure out what to cook.

2:00 - Finish grocery list, put away laundry (but leave the whites in the dryer,) wash face, put on clothes, and take the dogs outside.  Beg them to pee.  No one pees.  Put dogs in bathroom and beg them not to pee while you're gone.

2:30 - Take out trash, go to Panera and ask for a mocha.  Espresso machine is broken, so settle for coffee and a bagel.  Decline to comment on the cashier's immensely bad attitude.  Remember how dissatisfying Panera's vegetable cream cheese is, but eat it anyway and vow not to next time.  Study immensely boring cancer genetics for over an hour, and not manage to finish reading a single chapter.

3:45 - Grocery shopping.  Try not to spend too much money.  Decline to buy brownie mix, but end up with two cartons of Ben and Jerry's next to the tofu and salad.  Also buy four boxes of chicken stock because it's on sale.  Ignore the fact that you have no place to put four boxes of stock, not to mention all the crap in the freezer that you're "saving to make stock!"  Still manage to be under budget.  Sort of.  By not buying Coke or allergy medication.

4:50 - Get home, take dogs outside.  Clean up pee, alternately cursing the dogs and praising yourself for at least saving the carpets.  Put away groceries, turn on Bob Dylan, and start dinner.  Tell self that you'll work out at home while dinner is cooking, maybe even yoga.  Pray that the string bracelet (that Kitten made, which doesn't come off) doesn't get covered in meatloaf juice.

5:30 - Put meatloaf in oven, and sit on the couch to check email.  Upload photo of the day that you took at Panera.  Alpha gets home.  Follow him around and discuss your respective days.

6:30 - Get Alpha and self into workout clothes.  Do cardio, legs, and abs, and feel awesome.

7:00 - Alpha picks up poop (yay!) and I work on finishing dinner.  Put fries in the oven and saute zucchini.  Eat dinner, nom nom.

8:30 - Start mortgage paperwork.

9:15 - Begin to look over tomorrow's schedule and prep patients.  Decide it isn't too early to break into the Ben and Jerry's.

10:30 - Fall into bed.