A-Tia-Entry!!

Hmm. It’s been a minute since I’ve written in here, but I’ve realized I probably should write something. My blog on myspace and my diary on here read like I’ve got some weird disorder where I only wake up and live once every couple of months. 🙂 Eh, honestly, it’s just that there’s too much life to live to worry about writing it. Gawd, having kids definitely puts a kink in one’s creativity.

 

Ok, what’s been going on in Tia-land…

 

Not a whole hell of a lot. Let me lay out my day for you. (This still boggles my mind that I’m this structured… if you know me, you’ll understand that.)

 

6:00/6:30a.m.: Get out of bed groggily, stumble into the coffee pot, grouch and moan until coffee’s done, drink coffee, smoke cigarette, and eventually wake up.

 

6:30/6:45a.m.: Start getting dressed hurriedly b/c I wasted too much time drinking coffee and smoking cigarette. Rush around getting big kid(s) up and trying to throw something resembling a lunch together for me (and Joe if he’s going in late). Pray that we can get out the door no later than 7:15a.m.

 

7:20/7:30a.m.: Finally get out the door, cussing b/c we’re running late. Haul ass down to the sitter’s (just a couple blocks away) and throw the kids in her front door. Kiss, kiss, run, run.

 

7:35a.m.: On the road. This changes up daily. I will either drive myself, if Joe’s ridden in early with his papa, or Joe will drive me and then take himself to work. This is why everything sucks when you only have one car and two people employed full-time in one household. If I’m driving myself, this time is spent chilling out and listening to silly music. Smoking cigarettes, drinking coffee, and singing bad modern pop tunes at the top of my lungs. If Joe is driving me, this time is spent trying to not talk too much (b/c it drives him nuts) and listening to Bob & Tom. Also, smoking cigs and drinking coffee and hoping to look like I’ve been awake for hours by the time I get to work (hopefully on time).

 

8:02a.m.: Fall out of the car and stumble/run into work, trying desperately to not spill my coffee or drop my purse or break my ankle in my heels.

 

8:02a.m. – 5:10p.m.: Work, work, work, surf the net, write a random blog (today only), get asked 50 times if I’m too overwhelmed or if I’m doing okay keeping up with the workload by super-sweet, but incredibly annoying bosses.

 

5:10p.m.: Rush out the door, hoping I remembered to grab everything, trying to figure out if I need to stop by the store for anything and what the best way to leave the parking lot – to avoid the mile long line of rush hour traffic – would be.

 

5:35/5:45p.m.: Pick up Joe. Drive him crazy with mundane and boring and repetitious detail of my [see previous adjectives] day. Try to drive quickly without attracting the attention of the ubiquitous rush hour police officers in the area. Hope that, today, we’re going to be at the sitter’s by 6p like we promise everyday.

 

6:05/6:15p.m.: Get to the sitter. Scoop up the weird baby. Yell at the weird 11 yr old. Try to get out the door before the sitter’s dog humps Joe’s leg again.

 

6:30p.m.: Get home. Think “Wouldn’t it be nice if this meant the end of the day?”

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6:45p.m.: Start dinner, dishes, laundry, board games, TV, chase the baby around, make more coffee and generally teach our kids, by example, exactly what  they mean by the chaos theory – as I set dinner on the table.

 

7:30p.m.: Baby bath. Naked baby chase through the apartment. Dress naked baby. Kiss, hug, bottle, bed.

 

8:00p.m.: Look at the dinner dishes. Go watch TV. Yell at the kids to go to bed. Or at least play quietly enough for another half hour or so to make me believe they are in bed.

 

9:00p.m.: Finally make the big kids go to bed. If nothing worth watching on TV (which it took me an hour to figure out) I try to take a bath and relax.

 

10:00p.m.: Wake Joe up from his nap in front of the computer. Remind him to save the budget information he’d been working on. Laugh at how badly his neck hurts since he fell asleep in a crappy computer chair.

 

11:00p.m.: Cuss that it’s taken me this long to finally get in bed.

11:01p.m.: Die… I mean, sleep.

 

 

I will assume you all realize this craziness repeats itself Monday through Friday, almost without exception. 🙂

 

Weekends are a little better. I sleep til 7a.m. 🙂

 

At any rate, it’s actually taken me ALL day to write this entry (stupid work) so I’m going to post it and start working on ideas for something else in the next few days. Maybe I can actually start writing regularly. Wouldn’t THAT be neat? 🙂