I was thinking the other day how my parents spent so many years of my life knowing everything about me – what I eat, when I sleep, what I do in my spare time. They knew what book I was reading, what shows I watched, and what mundane details filled my days.
It seems strange that now, living hundreds of miles apart, for many years, that my parents don’t know many of those mundane details.
So, for this Mother’s Day, am going to give Mom the rundown!
A day in the life of Ladybug
4:45 a.m. – alarm; let the dogs out into the backyard for potty; yawn a lot; rub eyes; churn a cup of coffee out of the Keurig
5:00 a.m. – set out food for the free-roaming cat that was abandoned in our neighborhood, and any of her pals
5:15 a.m. – give Cabo a snack, and head out the door with Max for a quick morning wog (walk-jog) – still can’t walk both of them at the same time, and the routine with Max is engraved in stone
5:35 a.m. – stretch old lady limbs/jump on the exercise bike for a few minutes while watching the channel 12 news (local NBC affiliate)
5:45 a.m. – shower; daydream about winning the lottery and staying home to write novels
6:10 a.m. – feed the dogs: adding their various supplements, coconut oil and grated cheese to their food (takes more time to feed them in the a.m. than me) and then steam some peas for their treat toys
6:20 – 7:00 a.m. – get ready for work while dogs play with their treat toys, refilling with peas as demanded by Max
7:05 a.m. (if I’m on schedule; mostly I am not) – head out for the morning commute to work. Throw bird seed out for the birds that have adopted me and make Steve crazy
7:30 a.m. (usually more like 7:35, oh well) – check the Lost Dogs Arizona emails for anything that needs to be addressed, get more coffee, eat a breakfast bar or toast, chain myself to my desk
8:00 a.m. – actually start working
11:30 a.m. – lunch; spent either working on personal items on the computer or lunching with the ladies from the office
12:30 p.m. – wish for a nap, instead chain myself to the desk again
4:30ish – break the chain, race for the car, call Steve to announce freedom and head home
5:00ish – arrive home, squeeze dogs, then Steve
5:15 – 6:30 – change clothes, water plants, have dinner, feed the cat, check Lost Dogs Arizona emails, wish for a clone of myself, or at least a housekeeper and a butler
6:30 – 7 p.m. – take dogs to the park with Steve; or, during intense heat, for a car ride
7 p.m. – 9 p.m. – depending on the night, brush dogs, get on the exercise bike, read a book/magazine, watch a show (the Voice, Amazing Race, Hart of Dixie, Modern Family, Glee, Hawaii Five-0, Elementary or Arrow), or pass out from exhaustion
9:30 – if not already in bed, berate myself for not getting to bed earlier, brush teeth, squeeze dogs and Steve good night, read a few more lines of a book I can’t put down, squeeze the dogs one last time
It’s not terribly glamorous, but I’m grateful for all of it, and most importantly, it makes me grateful for all that my mom did for me while I was living at home. I know it wasn’t easy or exciting for her on daily basis, but she did it with love, and now, so do I.