It’s 9.02pm as I sit down to write this. Where did the time go today? I’m glad you asked….
7am – alarm goes off and drag myself out of bed.
7.02am – turn on hot water in shower only it’s not hot. I kind of knew the gas pilot light had gone out but when I was told last night that it had possibly gone out I was in bed and couldn’t be bothered getting back up. I go out to light it but can’t.
I try and take off the cover to the gas hot water but can’t undo the knobs.
I storm back into the house, let aforementioned person know that the bloody pilot light did go out, and I get a box of matches and a wrench before going back outside.
The wrench doesn’t work. I storm back into the house, slamming doors and cursing as I go because that will make it better and hoping the person that told me when I was in bed that it might have gone out hears me. I get another implement and finally get the knobs undone.
I light the pilot light with a match.
I try to put the cover back on and curse and swear some more as it’s always hard to put back on.
7.10am – I finally have a shower, dry my hair, get dressed, put on some makeup.
7.30am – I have breakfast while getting lunch ready.
7.45am – The person who didn’t tell me about the pilot light takes my son to school while I replace my ug boots for shoes and do the last few things I need to do.
7.55am – I get a lift into work.
8.20am – I start work.
12.30pm – I have a quick lunch then pop into the supermarket to buy some goodies for my son to take to a friend’s place tomorrow.
1.10pm – I get back to work.
4.40pm – I get an offer of a lift home from work.
5pm – I get into the car.
5.10pm – We’ve barely gone 200m. That’s how long it takes to get from Gawler Place to King William Street.
5.35pm – I get home and I go and pick up my son from vacation care.
5.45pm – We get home and I bark orders at him while preparing for pilates. He’s learned to write down tasks when I do this, so he does that.
5.56pm – I get to pilates a little bit early.
7pm – I get home and make arrangements for tomorrow night’s outing.
7.10pm – I cut up potatoes he peeled while I was out, cook them, and heat up other leftovers from last night.
7.35pm – We eat dinner while watching the rest of Masterchef (I knew the Blue team were toast).
8.3pm – I wash the dishes and sweep and wash the floor in the back room that is a mud pit after 2-3 days of dirty dog paws trekking through it.
9.02pm – I sit down to write this.
9.13pm – I finish writing this.
Hi, I’m River, I’ve popped on over here from Kim’s site after reading your comment there. I’m in Adelaide too. Live in Fullarton, work in Norwood.
Had to laugh at your statement about Gawler Place to King William Street in 10 minutes. You could probably walk there faster. I remember when the Clipsal races were on, it took close to 40 minutes for my bus to get from Pulteney Street to Hutt Street.
I could have walked there faster – I hate sitting in a car going nowhere especially when I’ve got somewhere to be.
Sheesh! Very full day! I don’t know how working mums do it. I’d be a wreck I’m sure!
I think you’d get used to it if you had to. I’ve found that I’m more productive when I’ve got to work because I’ve got less time to do things in. If I have a full day to do stuff then I stuff around and don’t always get much done.