Since I have returned to work full time after maternity leave, it is getting more and more difficult to manage my blogging hours, read the books I have in pending for reviews and not to mention, to catch upon my favorite TV shows.
My day starts around six in the morning with a cup of much needed coffee and ten minutes of quiet time (if I get lucky, that is.). Then, I will go about waking up the kids and getting them ready for play school ( Kevin) and baby sitting at their Grand Mother’s place( Krista). In between feeding them break fast and changing their cloths, I will be somehow managing to grab a bite and turn on my work mode at an inhuman speed. This includes, visiting the washroom while kids wail in the background (for whatever reasons) and engage in the most tedious task of figuring out what to wear to work. In fact, I hate my wardrobe passionately and constantly wish for the cloths that lie in a disarray in my closet to arrange themselves by magic in the order of the ones that currently fit my body size. Since that is not to happen, I often stare at them blankly on my busy mornings and resign myself to whatever comes my way at the moment. If people around me think that I don’t look cool or presentable, they can all be my guests and go to hell. Ha!
If I get lucky enough and get past the wardrobe business on time, my next stop will be the fridge. Some nights, I prepare lunch for the next day before bed, but not always. So, ‘the not always days’, I will pick up knick and knacks of food lying around and designate it as lunch for the day. If I am in no mood for that, for example, days like Monday (the most hateful day of the work week), I will just altogether pass on the fridge engagement. I will simply eat out on those days.
Work hours, in my case nine hours, passes in a blur. Once I achieve the work mode, it is all auto pilot. Hope, you understand what I mean. No thinking, no feeling- just go, go, go until the time comes to leave for home. That is the only way to deal with it. If I even for one minute, stop and take a breather and think “What the hell am I doing here?” – I will be like, done for the day, mentally. That cannot happen. So auto-pilot full on until late evening.
Next is, battling the traffic. I live twenty five minutes away from work via highway. So, you can guess, rush hours are crazy. There were times when I spend one and half- two hours in the car getting stuck with traffic.
When I get home, I still have to deal with the kids who are throwing tantrums around, not eating their supper or just not simply interested in listening to their Daddy who tries to create order out of chaos. Without missing a beat, Super Mommy take over and set things in place- which includes making the kids eat, we eat, wash the dishes and clean the kitchen. Krista will be ready for bath by the time which is also a chance for me to unwind. Her playfulness in the water relaxes my stiff self from enduring the day and I will laugh with all my heart for the first time since waking up in the morning.
It will be Kevin’s turn after Krista’s bath and he likes his Daddy time in the washroom. And I let the boys be, happily. After Krista is safely placed in the crib, with the remaining strength left, I stumble to where my bath is waiting. I do not take much time there though because at that moment, bed is where I want to be.
Once I am clean and feel saner again, sitting again at the computer to write or blog holds grim possibilities.
So, I pick up the book I am currently reading from the night stand and settle down in my bed to read.
Hubs: “Hey, are you going to watch that show, Criminal Minds? I think they are running the new episode today”
Me: “Huh? What? Oh…yeah… No, I don’t think I can today. Could you please set the PVR on? I can watch it some other day”
I am not sure if he responds.
I can already feel my eyes getting heavy, and the book lies forgotten on my side of the bed.
I did not manage to read even one page today. What a waste? I sigh sleepily.
As for the TV recordings of all the shows I have been missing, according to Hubs, there is a long list of programs from the beginning of 2012, craving for my attention.
I haven’t gotten around to them as well. I wondered about the chances of watching one of the episodes on my day off whenever that is. But I know in my heart, I would rather sit and do nothing or sleep on my next day off… For me, at this point, that sounds more attractive than anything else
With that in mind, I slip into to a deep restful sleep to once again come alive to a new work day and the responsibilities that entails…
What is your work day like? Be it, working from home or away from home, I would like to know how you go about managing the chores that your work day bring to you…