Today I woke up at 7:30am. I just wanted to smash the alarm clock. My body didn't allow me to get out of bed until 8:30am. I had an extra bold cup of coffee to awake my brain, because the statistics book was waiting for me. The last chapter- 27 pages of torture, all finished within 1 hour and a half. I needed another break and another cup of coffee, and maybe breakfast, so I could start typing my report that was due yesterday.
By noon my report was done and posted. I took another break to answer a phone call, and while talking I started to sort the laundry and put my first load in the washer. Around 1:30pm I went back to my room, cup of coffee (another one) in hand because the Healthcare Management book was waiting for me. Between that time and 4:30p I was able to complete the assigned reading and washed and dry 4-5 loads of laundry.
At 5:00pm I decided to go outside and clear the ice from the driveway. An hour later I finally go back inside and started to order dinner because I had no desire, nor the energy to put my hands on a pot. Honestly if I had to cook I was going to bed hungry. We had dinner and at 7pm I go back to my room and start typing the assigned homework for Healthcare Management which was due today.
My bed looks like a bomb exploded in it, they are papers and books that my brain refuses to recognize. I can't register any longer.
While typing I was also trying to watch the Super Bowl. Suddenly I heard the washer's alarm calling me, I wish I could shoot at it. As I finished in the laundry room I realized that it's my day to do dishes, so I do them. I got carried away so I wiped all the counters, then go back to the laundry room and continue to wipe the surfaces there as well. Back to the Super Bowl with no idea of what is happening. I wish I could go to bed right now. At 8:45pm I helped my son in the shower, and I started to clear my bed, get my clothes ready for tomorrow. At 10:15pm I drove my daughter's boyfriend home.
At 10:45pm I'm back home trying to relax while drinking a glass of red wine.
.....and my daughter just brought me some papers to fill out, of course for tomorrow morning. The work of a mother never ends.
By noon my report was done and posted. I took another break to answer a phone call, and while talking I started to sort the laundry and put my first load in the washer. Around 1:30pm I went back to my room, cup of coffee (another one) in hand because the Healthcare Management book was waiting for me. Between that time and 4:30p I was able to complete the assigned reading and washed and dry 4-5 loads of laundry.
At 5:00pm I decided to go outside and clear the ice from the driveway. An hour later I finally go back inside and started to order dinner because I had no desire, nor the energy to put my hands on a pot. Honestly if I had to cook I was going to bed hungry. We had dinner and at 7pm I go back to my room and start typing the assigned homework for Healthcare Management which was due today.
My bed looks like a bomb exploded in it, they are papers and books that my brain refuses to recognize. I can't register any longer.
While typing I was also trying to watch the Super Bowl. Suddenly I heard the washer's alarm calling me, I wish I could shoot at it. As I finished in the laundry room I realized that it's my day to do dishes, so I do them. I got carried away so I wiped all the counters, then go back to the laundry room and continue to wipe the surfaces there as well. Back to the Super Bowl with no idea of what is happening. I wish I could go to bed right now. At 8:45pm I helped my son in the shower, and I started to clear my bed, get my clothes ready for tomorrow. At 10:15pm I drove my daughter's boyfriend home.
At 10:45pm I'm back home trying to relax while drinking a glass of red wine.
.....and my daughter just brought me some papers to fill out, of course for tomorrow morning. The work of a mother never ends.
This has been one of those days that I don't want to replicate. I am so exhausted, that I might not be able to finish that glass of wine because sleep will hit me.
Motherhood, it has its good and bad days...
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