Geez woman, what do you do all day?

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.