The Daily: The Bed is Mine, All Mine

 Tuesday, April 5, 2022

5:05 am: Okay, time to get up. I got the whole bed for most of the night so I am feeling rested. It is funny how even though my husband came home at one or two in the morning that I slept so much better without him here. Probably because I can stretch out my arms and legs and keep them from cramping up.

5:15 am: Heading to the gym. Tuesdays are so much better than Mondays, not to be cliche but Tuesdays ARE better.

6:58 am: The kid just hit the shower to get ready for school. He is going to be cutting it real close today.

7:31 am: Got in the car to drive to school, made it a block away when the kid realized he had toothpaste on his t shirt. Turned the car around, ran into the house, he changed his shirt, and got back on the road. That small amount of time meant we were in TRAFFIC. Three minutes was all it took to change our entire drive to school.

8:49 am: Just published the horrifying cockroach in the ear story on The News With No Sound and working on a riveting tale of mylar balloons and the destruction they cause to power lines (give it a chance, it's not as mundane as it sounds, there is an explosion and everything).

9:15 am: Out into the yard to pull weeds. Yes, I am still pulling weeds. It's not like I get a full day to work on it or anything, jeez, get off my back will ya? Seriously though, there are a lot of weeds for one woman to handle.

10:30 am: Back in the house. My plan is to sit and write. First I have to make a DMV appointment to renew my drivers license. 

11:15 am: JUST walked away from the DMV renewal site. Holy shit, I had to find proof of identity documents, take pictures of them, upload them, and now they are pending approval. So, that took up all my time. I wrote NOTHING.

1:31 pm: Received an email from the DMV saying my documents were approved. Wow, so fun. Now I get to make a reservation to go wait in line and show the documents in person, take an eye test, and pay $40. Gotta love the California DMV.

3:32 pm: So frustrated with the kid and his lack of being able to turn in his homework assignments. So now I have to take his phone away from him and he is going to be a shit for the rest of the night. Why, why doesn't someone warn you about all of this when you are all gaga about having a baby. Like, "Hey, it's not all that cute when they are little and puking all over you and it's not fun when you have to be the homework police." I might have listened, probably not, but blaming other people for things is way easier than blaming myself.

7:29 pm: The kid is STILL working on his homework, the homework he told me he turned in but the teacher didn't give him credit for. My head is starting to hurt from his nonsense.