this is my day

the day starts like all others. a beeping noise urging me to open my eyes and greet another day in my life. i refused to oblige to its calling. ceasing it's annoyance with a tap of my fingers. eventually it wins.

i roll over to snuggle with ms. grace. she yawns and stretches. she too wondering why we must interrupt such a peaceful moment.

the clock continues to tick seconds and minutes away. i stumble into the bathroom to perform the necessary morning duties. i periodically check to make sure that all others parties are up and moving as to not miss our 7:25 departure time.

one last minute glance in the mirror. i decide that is all the better it is going to get. i have an extra swing to my step. i am wearing a new blouse, jacket, and necklace. i feel confident and stylish, but i wish i could lose weight.

we fly out the door, backpacks, lunch bags, and instruments in tow. my eldest asks if she can go home after school with a friend. i say no. she needs to do friday after school chores. i immediately receive the 'worse' mom alive award. i am ignored the remainder of the trip. i try one more attempt to wish her a 'good day'. with a slam of the door, i am reminded that i have completely ruined her entire life.

it is friday so i swing in for my weekly treat. a medium skim peppermint mocha, no whip. the coffee girls are hopping this morning. within minutes i am pulling out of the drive through hot drink in hand. i feel extra generous today. it tastes delicious and makes me smile. i leave a hefty tip.

i call my sister. she to is riding the gravy train. we laugh and share our 'toot, toots'. she is leaving for a weekend getaway with her husband. i share that am looking forward to working the weekend. with a love ya and a 'have a great day' i pull into the hand that feeds me. i look forward to working only until noon.

i extended the regular 'good mornings'. i warm up my mocha and attend an 8:00 am meeting. i complete my phone calls and paper work. the clock strikes noon. i have a 'lunch date' with prince charming. confident that i still look smashing for our date. i leave work with a spring in my step.

he lets me choose. i pick applebees. i am hungry for a bbque chicken salad. he arrives a few minutes late looking smashing in his business attire. i admire his good looks and charm. we talk about our next weekend getaway in march and savor an uninterrupted conversation free of children and pets.

lunch concludes with us running into old neighbors. we bundle up to brace the cold. we seal our date with a kiss and head to our respective vehicles. he turns and yells back, 'thanks for the date. i love you.' i smile and relish how lucky i am.

i call good friend and convince her that she needs to play in the upcoming 6 on 6 womens basketball tournament. she agrees. we laugh at how ridiculously out of shape we are. she recently returned to working full time. her heart is breaking to leave her little ones at day care. i listen.

i pull into the garage contemplating if i should clean the house. without thinking to much and with a quick change of clothes and ipod in place, the vacuum drowns out my off tune singing. i dust, dance, sing, and scrub the afternoon away. i know i will be glad when it is down.

a friend calls in dire need of skin care products. i reassure her that i will drop them off before the end of the day. her brother passed away yesterday from lung cancer. she is leaving for the funeral in california on sunday. i haven't seen her in forever. she gives the best hugs.

one daughter arrives home, changes, and then leaves again for dance class. the other daughter follows shortly after. surprisingly she has a markedly improved attitude. she willingly helps me complete the remainder of our cleaning tasks before heading to her friends house.

my man comes home. i love how a man smells after working all day. we kiss hello and i hand off the comet and toilet bowl scrubber. he has a bathroom and a bedroom to clean. he willingly agrees. i am once reminded of what a lucky woman i am.

i leave to drop off products i promise. i look forward to catching up with her. her house smells wonderful. she is making meat loaf for supper. we hug good-bye and i squeeze extra tight. i can't imagine losing a sibling. we both agree he is partying in heaven. i say, better that than heading out to get groceries on a friday night. she wishes he was there to eat her meat loaf.

i head to hyvee for my weekly grocery run. i wonder if the mundane tasks of life will ever seem less mundane. i then remember what my friend just shared. i am grateful for being able to get groceries for my family. i love shopping at hyvee. i know i should shop at walmart. i am reminded when i check out. it is substantially cheaper. may be next time. i love how they load your groceries in your car.

it is getting later, now almost 7:00. i decide that hyvee deli is what is for supper. i call home and take orders. i pull into the garage, weary and tired. the day just turned over 13 hours. i unload the groceries. i am getting grumpy. i don't know why exactly. just am. nephew eric shows up to watch the movie rain man. madison plays he her violin solo. we eat supper. my grumpiness is beginning to show to my family. someone suggests i should go to bed.

i decline the movie. instead i realize that i need some solitude and rest. i snag the lap top and head to the comforts of my bedroom. 2 loads of laundry stare at me, requesting to be folded. i ignore their request.

i pull down the comforter and get out my cozy quilt. i wash my face. someone has taken my eye make-up remover. probably the same person, whose life i ruined this morning. to tired to get more, i use my cleanser instead. i love the feel of pjs and a clean face when i am tired. i flip on the tv.

i watch a report on senator edwards and the secrets he with held from his wife and the public regarding his affair. i am grateful for a loving and faithful man. i drift off to sleep. i miss the end of the show.

i am awaken by the sound of my husband reminding me to set my alarm. i have to work in the morning. i am grateful that he remembered. i drift back to sleep. i love my bed.

i dream about work. i must be anxious about over sleeping. i awake to a beeping noise urging me to open my eyes and greet another day in my life. i refused to oblige to its calling. ceasing it's annoyance with a tap of my fingers. eventually it wins.

this is my day.