A Life in A Day

January 6th and the day began, as all great days do, with my alarm ringing and me aggressively snoozing it like it had personally offended me. Several times.  

I eventually got up early-ish and launched straight into housework so my husband wouldn’t be left alone with everything – a habit which if I’m honest is becoming far too frequent.

I was already tense because it was the kids’ first day back at school after quite a lovely and chilled Christmas time. There were new term nerves, mine mostly, while naturally they were absolutely fine. Thriving, even. Rude.

Because I didn’t need to leave for work until later, I treated myself to the luxury of a proper breakfast and made myself look half decent by actually brushing my hair and washing my face.  

I then drove to work in the snow, listening to the worst audiobook ever recorded. I hate driving in snow. Hate it. I did, however, thank my past self for parking the car sensibly the night before. Growth.

Arrived to find a work experience person waiting for me — nothing like being responsible for shaping a young mind when you’re running on adrenaline and vibes.  

Work itself that day involved reporting from coroner’s court, mentoring the workie and watching a professional woman absolutely smash her new role – which was genuinely brilliant and the emotional highlight of the day.  

I briefly considered riding that inspiration all the way to a nap, but there was just not the time.

Somehow, through time wizardry or divine intervention, I got home early enough to cook dinner for my three boys like a functioning adult. Then I worked some more because rest is apparently optional in this household.  

We did have some quality time together though, which included watching my youngest play on the motion-sickness inducing Geometry Dash and then funny cat videos with my eldest two, because nothing bonds a family like animals failing at gravity.

Bedtime involved reading Shark in the Park, which I now know by heart and could perform as a one-woman show.  

Husband went out just as I came in, like ships passing in the night — tired, domesticated ships. I did an online food shop, remembered last thing I needed to fill in a form for one of the many, many, many things my children signed themselves up to, checked on some more hate mail I’d received as my work as a writer, and then did my reflection journal (very zen of me).

I listened to more of the awful audiobook again. Still awful. Went to bed early-ish and thanked the universe for the electric blanket — my true life partner during this cold winter.

All in all, after a long day where it felt like there was no time for anything, everyone is alive, mostly fed and moderately loved.

As for tomorrow… I will absolutely hit snooze again.