I was a little slow on the uptake last year so I was not able to participate, but I was fascinated to read what others day-to-day life was like. I jumped on the chance this time around. Head over to Trish’s blog to see what is going on with everyone else.
4:45 // I have the alarm app on my phone set to chirping birds. It is just as annoying as it sounds, but it gets me out of bed. I stumble down the hall to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
I usually listen to a podcast or book while I get ready. This morning it is a new podcast I found called The Riveters (they interview bad-ass ladies, you should check it out).
5:30 // Once I am finished getting ready (which doesn’t take me long). I head downstairs to unpack the dishwasher and make coffee. Then my dog and I head outside to do some chores.
First up, we head to the barn to feed our two cows and then we swing by the chicken coop and open the door, even though the chickens won’t venture out until the sun comes up.
It is surprisingly nice this morning, so we take a few laps around the barn. That is, until I start thinking about the creepy book I was listening to earlier in the week and then we make a bee line for the house.
5:45 // Once inside, Dru the dog retires to his bed and I throw some chicken breasts, taco seasoning and picante sauce in the crock pot for suppertime chicken tacos. Mmmm. Tacos! I read, chat with my hubs, and drink coffee until 6, then gather my things to leave for work.
6:40 // I try to aim to be at work at least 20 minutes early. I then have time to sit down with my planner and to do list (both work and home) and do a bit of brain dumping. (I am thinking about using a bullet journal, does anybody else do that?)
7:00 // Now I am officially starting my work day. I work in the warehouse of a healthcare company that has many government contracts. So between the competitive nature of the contracts and HIPPA concerns I am going to be vague.
I spend the morning printing and mailing letters, postcards and other various paperwork. I unload supplytrucks, argue with my coworkers, and ship large cases full of equipment. I tell one of my coworkers ‘You’re dead to me.’ You know, regular work stuff.
On a side note, I am able to listen to audiobooks and podcast for most of the day. It makes the days go faster and adds to my books read list.
12:00 // Lunch time! I sneak into the break room a bit early to get my leftovers in the microwave before the rush and while I am waiting for my lasagna to heat up one of my super-chatty coworkers comes in, spreads her stuff on one of the tables and starts in on some story about how her (grown) daughter is jealous of her dog.
I flee to my desk so I can read in peace. My boss then comes over and starts talking to me about work stuff. I glare at him while I grab my book and head out to my car and read in until lunchtime is over. I leave a ‘You’re on my Shit List’ note on his desk while he getting coffee.
1:00 // Back to work and it is basically more of the same. Just add a meeting and me nagging my boss about some pending projects that are stagnate right now. He blames our IT department, I blame him. It is a whole thing.
4:00 // Quitting time! I gather my things quickly before anything else comes up and get the hell out of there. My library holds are calling my name so that is my next stop. I grab my books and chat with the librarians before finally heading home.
5:00 // The first thing I do when I get home is take the dog out for a walk. If I go inside, I never seem to make it back out. Dru meets me at the door every afternoon and we head out. The weather is beautiful for March so we go past the buildings and walk across a pasture and into a field trying to avoid as much of the mud as possible.
We are not entirely successful.
5:30 // Back in the house, I shred the chicken for the tacos and set the crock pot to warm. Now it time to get down to my other job, where I am the unofficial CFO of Wilhelm Trucking LLC. Since it is a three person company (my husband, my dad and myself), it is pretty prestigious.
I sort the mail, open the checks and bills, and grab my computer and open Quickbooks. I download new transactions, do some billing, get a bank deposit ready and spend a bit of time figuring out how to get an oversize load permit for the state of Iowa.
6:30 // While I was doing the bookkeeping my husband came home, he did the evening chores and got cleaned up. We sit down and eat tacos until we pretty much explode. Also, beers. The table gets cleared and the dishwasher gets packed.
7:00 // I get back on the computer and do blog stuff for awhile. I switched hosts recently and I was not entirely prepared so it kind of turned into a shit show. But things are back up and running, so I tweak a few things and curse a few times. Then work on a post. My husband is washing some work clothes and setting up trucking jobs on the other side of the table.
8:00 // We both wrap up what we are working on and over another beer we discuss:
- new flooring and sink for the downstairs bathroom,
- new windows for the living room (it was pretty drafty this winter, even with plastic)
- the possibility that Bill the Rooster may need to be dispatched (he turning into a real asshole)
- the upcoming processing of our cows (by processing I mean butchering)
- our anniversary trip to Duluth in September
- wether or not we should see Batman vs Superman in the theater
- and if Ben Affleck is going to suck
- when we are go to visit Jesse’s brother and his family in Alexandria (it is a 5 hour drive and we are hauling up a truck)
- and lastly, if chicken incest is a thing (there is a whole lotta lovin’ going on outside these days . . . )
FYI – we are listening to my mom’s John Denver’s Greatest Hits record while this is happening.
9:00 // Since I am an early riser, I am also an early to bed-er. I get ready for bed and curl up in my reading nook with a book.
9:30 // This girl need her beauty sleep so lights out by 9:30. Unless my book is getting real good . . . .
The core of my days stay the same: the day job needs to be attended and the animals need to be fed. Some days there are more chores, some less. Some days my husband is so busy, I don’t see him at all. Seasonly things do change significantly: in the winter I spend more time watching movies and in the summer I spend more time in the garden/yard.
Now that this is all written down I must say that although my husband and I are not that unusual for our small midwestern community I can see how we sure can seem strange to others.
But that’s OK. Normal people are boring.
PS Chicken incest is called linebreeding and it is not a bad thing.