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5am: Wake up, two hours before I should. I hate when that happens.
6am: Finally drift back off to sleep after having mentally galloped through the day’s to-do list
7am: Alarm goes off. Hit the 5 minute snooze button. Prepare to be metaphorically shot out of a canon.
8am: Leave for school with Little Guy, after emotional debate about “cool” versus “warm” clothing. Teenagers have already left although one has left his glasses and the other her violin. Neither has taken keys. Think I will be “out” when they come home at 3.30pm.
9am: Allow myself an hour to do bloggy stuff. Having back issues helps here as I can’t sit for much longer.
10am: Jjump on treadmill. Deliberately donned workout gear first thing, so might as well make use of it all. Plus hair needs a wash.
11am: Apparently, I’ve pulled something.
12 pm: Having burnt off about three million calories, now famished and trying not to devour entire contents of fridge (which would be this week’s leftovers.)
1pm: Write something for PowderRoomGrafitti (dot com). Print off a chapter from next book and rearrange paragraphs for the tenth time. Deal with Mike’s half of Pond Parleys post. (Tut)
2pm: Head for shower. Stop off at laundry room and attempt the west face of the “mountain”.
3pm: Finish laundry and decide shower has to wait. Put on lipstick to distract from hair stuck to head and skanky workout gear. Head out to pick up Little Guy.
4pm: Sit in kitchen and patiently listen to teenage diatribes against school, homework, music practice and the world. Help Little Guy with “oo” words.
5pm: Stare hopelessly into fridge looking for dinner inspiration. (No, I’m not one who plans a week’s menus in advance.) Set to.
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By Toni Hargis
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