Just out of curiosity, how does everyone spend their day here? On a typical day? Like in you free time? I’ll go first…
On a typical busy day, besides whatever work needs to be done, I wake up, cook,eat, fiddle on-line, think, maybe do some creative writing and then go to bed. Occasionally I might listen to a song, light a candle or watch an idiot TV show (seldom, TV is crap), just to shake things up.
On a typical fun day, I do the same, perhaps with much more sleep. I might spend more time pondering the questions and misery of life.
Get up about 7:30-8am. Boot baby gently out of bed. Say seeyoulateralligator to the wife. Dress self, dress baby, have a piss, help baby have a piss. Sniff pits. Depending on the results - have light-speed shower with one eye on baby. Shave. (No need to shave baby). Go downstairs. Switch on Teletubbies. Plonk baby on sofa. Make coffee, put feet up, smoke fag. Make breakfast for baby. Make breakfast for self. Watch teletubbies hug eachother, spoon babyfood in direction of baby. Eat mouthfuls of muesli if I can spare a hand. Change into clothes suitable for public consideration. Ask “wee-wee…?” and “poo-poo…?” to baby. Dependent on results - off to the bathroom again. Open front door. Proceed outside. Swing on swings, go down slides. Follow baby for catching in emergency purposes. Go to Migros. Push baby around in shopping trolley disguised as car (red usually). Buy stuff. Put stuff in pram. Goto DVD shop - browse. Wander home. Swing on swings, go down slides. Make lunch for baby. Look at waistline. Don’t make lunch for self. Give baby vitamins. Give baby food. Coax baby into going to sleep with assorted nursery-rhymes. (Rock-a-by-baby first choice). Breathe enormous sigh of relief as baby slips off into dreamland. Go downstairs make coffee smoke fag. Back upstairs balancing more coffee, fags box, lighter, plate of sandwiches, juice. Switch on computer. Open ILP. Wander about the forums adding incrementally to the large amount of daily arse. Occaisionally post something of some slight wisdom. Insult people. Laugh at the various attempts to counter my magnificent arguements - should I have one ongoing. Switch off computer. Check baby is breathing and hasn’t decided to leap-frog out of bed. Go downstairs. Make coffee, smoke fag. Watch DVD. With one ear awaiting crying baby. Baby waits until the absolute best moment of film is just about to occur- then cries. Get baby up. Dress baby. Baby wees/poos hopefully. Light yoghurty snacktime. Get out toys. Break toys. Throw toys around. Shoot eachother. Die. Get up do it again. Look at stuff. Say “no that’s dangerous” “be careful” “she’ll be here soon” 100000 times. Hear doorbell. Cry with relief. Run downstairs. It’s not the wife - its a salesman. Cry with depression. Say “she’ll be here soon” another 100 times. Watch a bit of TV - sneaking out onto the balcony for cigarettes at suitable times. get sprayed by child with hosepipe. Shout. Pick up disconsolate child. Change wet clothes. Thank God !!! Mummy’s finally back. Dump child on tired Mummy. Make coffee, smoke fag. Fuck-it, smoke two. Retrieve child from tired mummy. Make smalltalk, largetalk and dependentonwhatkindofdisastershappenedtodaytalk. Eat whatever the telephone can order us. Worry briefly about diet and heart. Make coffee, smoke fag. Continue to amuse baby until 10pm. Mummy puts baby to bed. Dependent on energy, display varying degrees of physical affection to one-another. Make coffees, smoke fags. Say G’night to wife. Dependent on how Godamn angry I am, open ILP and blast someone until the small hours. If relatively calm, read whatever book I’ve got on the go, until eyelids droop. S-l-e-e-p.
Thank God term-starts again in a week or so - and I can go back to teaching. Holidays are just too damn hard.
Sheesh! At least do something risky like self-harm or serious drugs. Or just roll down a hill. I’m going out later on to roll down a hill.
TV is wonderful if you are sufficiently selective about what you watch. I only watch news, quality comedy and good films. And football. And Neighbours, the Australian soap opera. 25 minutes a day of total rubbish won’t harm me, I feel. It might just teach me something.
On a fun day you sit around pondering how miserable your life is? That’s fun?
Life is only miserable and dull if you make yourself a miserable and dull person.
I spend my days reading news articles, writing on ILP, trying to write the novel I’m planning for this winter, worrying about an exam I’ve got coming up, toying with doing some revision, thinking about my friends and wishing them well, watching TV and movies, reading books, mstag, eating, showering, becoming progressively more racist and sometimes playing computer games or online table tennis.
i get up, get ready for school, walk the dog, eat and go to school. sit in a drafty corner of the cafeteria and occasionally go to classes. sometimes i sit and do homeowkr or study but mostly i stare into space and occasionally converse with others. on tuesdays and fridays i leave school at lunch time and help out at the local special needs school. thats my highlight of the day. i love those beautiful children… other times i look after other children at various organisations. i like being surrounded by people
Wake up in the morning, then turn PC on and look around the forums, also check my e-mail… Watch TV, eat; then I go to school… in the evening I come back, check the same things in the Internet, have a dinner, then go out with friends, discussing teen problems Well, that’s the usual day, I’m excluding playing on the piano and working, because they are not everyday-doing-events.
Tab! i just LOVE you! i wish i had a daddy (or brother or husband) like you!
…ewww…just reread that…
anyways, typical day for little 'trees:
hit snooze button over and over to not hear awful radio, until i finally get up (5 pushes later)…get ready, change in/out of clothes 5 times, get to school, work butt off until lunch break, when if on a wednesday i have an activism meeting that i lead, or i go to starbucks and get my coffee fix…or work in library on work i should have done the night before, then two more classes, go home, and if mon/thurse/friday i sleep and do work late, and if tues i have public speaking class at a community college, if on wed- teach pre-school class afterschool. fall asleep at 1 or 2…
sat- work with animal rescue foundation- hold sick kittens in the back of a vet where the contagious animals are/ sell animals to passerbys/ clean cages/ pick up calls/ explain about declawing/give meds to animals/put into cages…for 4-6 hours. sometimes i go to a preschool in newport to get training. go home, do research/study…or procrastinate on doing so… go out at night if energy level permits me to do so…
sun- i will soon be working at red cross to help w/ katrina victims every sunday but otherwise it is pretty much a free day for me.
I wake up at 5AM and go to the local high school and swim 40 laps. I usually am so tired that I forget one critical thing. This morning it was underwear for the ride home. The most critical thing to forget is a top - or bottom of my clothing. Yesterday I brought a sweatshirt that wouldn’t zip up the front and it was an interesting ride home. I am too lazy to shower there so I come home smelling like chlorine by around 6:00. I say good morning to my dog and let her out to pee. Half the time she jumps in my pool and takes a swim - a problem because she is a wet smelly dog all day. I make coffee and decide which breakfast I can eat which has become a huge problem because I have decided to be a vegetarian this week. That could change by next Tuesday. As I sip my coffee, I go online and decide for the 50th time that I cannot take this ILP shit anymore and turn it off, only to fill another cup and go seek out another profound thread. I pick up emails which takes me forever because I live in the middle of nowhere (at least anywhere I am used to) and my family is very far away, so the writing and sending emails is a daily thing for me. I go in and make my breakfast and play the piano for about an hour and work on some new songs. I go back to the computer to print off lyrics which takes me about an hour a day. I also compose music and spend about an hour writing it on my Cakewalk software. A few days a week I meet a friend for lunch and we schmooze over our kids (I have five grown children) and their lives and their news. I return by around two and go to the grocery store on the way home for dinner. My husband works until about 9, so we rarely see each other during the week. I have about 8 piano lessons a day Monday through Thursday… Every Thursday and Sunday night are my band rehearsal nights - I play the keyboard and am a singer in a band of around seven guys. We have gigs most ever Friday night and some Saturday afternoon private parties. I go every few weeks to see my son and daughter in college… but mostly send them money… another reason why I am adopting Ben. I have many children and I wouldn’t notice one more in my generous donations over the internet. I spend a good deal of time on my computer at night talking to friends and writing, which I enjoy. I am getting a novel published this year, which is another reason why not using proper paragraphing and punctuation in ILP makes me nuts, but I do it anyway. It’s about time on that novel; took me forever… I had a big problemo with my editor wink to the Mundane Mafia. I usually get on ILP again in the evenings, saying to myself - “why, oh why am I so drawn to this worthless shit?” And… I keep coming back for more. It’s a sickness really. I go to bed far too late and sip on some sort of alcohol - wine, whiskey, vodka… at the moment I have discovered Vanilla Vodka and diet coke. Yummy. Oh, also… I sleep like a hibernating bear on Vicodin.
Well, that’s the usual day, I’m excluding playing on the piano and working, because they are not everyday-doing-events.
I go to bed far too late and sip on some sort of alcohol - wine, whiskey, vodka… at the moment I have discovered Vanilla Vodka and diet coke. Yummy. Oh, also… I sleep like a hibernating bear on Vicodin.