… I’m running around with my head cut off today.
8:15 a.m – walked 3.25 miles on the treadmill while using hand weights, arms felt like noodles. (Which doesn’t sound sexy but necessary in order to burn off my flabby grandma fat). Watched Season One, Disk One of the TV series “Bones.”
Verdict? It’s getting better.
9:00 a.m. – wake up Dude, Jazz is already up. (Nothing unusual here. Dude would sleep until 2:00 in the afternoon if allowed and Jazz gets up around 8ish regardless of how much sleep he got the night before).
9:15 a.m. – check on husband – is he comfortable? Does he need a mid-morning snack? Mocha honey?
Yes on the mocha.
9:30 a.m. – Got into the shower.
Died a little. (Ahhhh … nothing like washing that gritty sweat off).
9:45 a.m. – Put on makeup, but not dry hair, and sat in front of my computer, with wet hair, and checked my blog, email, Twitter and waited for my core temperature to cool down.
10:00 a.m. – made beds, checked house temperature (a nearly full-time job now that the temps have been in the 90’s these past weeks), fixed my hair (which means I put it up in a clip and called it done).
Got back on Twitter and posted really asinine tweets.
10:15 a.m. – Hustled Jazz along, prepared to leave.
10:30 a.m. – Arrived at father-in-law’s arch-support store.
Waited for him to finish with a customer.
10:45 a.m. – Watched as he fit Jazz for arch supports. (His feet have really been bothering him, which is understandable considering the boy is on his feet all day, every day what with a summer school PE class and band camp).
11:00 a.m. – Visited with father-in-law while keeping one eye on the clock.
11:10 a.m. – Left store and rushed Jazz to school for his PE class.
11:30 a.m. – Received call from a hungry husband wanting to know where I was and was it time to eat yet?
11:50 a.m. – Arrived at Panera Bread, scarfed down lunch. (Food + pain pill = happy husband).
12:40 p.m. – Picked up prescriptions from doctor (since the pain killer is a narcotic, we had to physically go to the doctor’s office and show ID).
12:50 p.m. – Dropped prescriptions off
1:00 p.m. – Post Office – bought stamps (lucked out – no line!)
1:25 p.m. – Home / Relaxed / Kevin took a quick nap (which only worked out to be about 15 minutes).
2:15 p.m. – Left to go pick son up from summer school.
2:25 p.m. – Arrived at dentist’s office – we’re early and I’m hoping they would see Jazz early. They didn’t.
3:15 p.m. – Kevin and I left dentist’s office and headed toward rehab center (which is conveniently located a few blocks from the dentist’s office! Win!)
3:25 p.m. – Dropped Kevin off, made sure he had a pain pill to get him through the session, headed back to the dentist’s office to pick Jazz up.
3:40 p.m. – Arrived home.
(PRESENT TIME)
3:47 p.m. – Jazz is now taking a shower.
4:15 p.m. – Jazz and I will leave the house, again, and head to Wendy’s. I will buy him a Crispy Chicken sandwich, a value fry and a water – for $2.15.
4:30 p.m. – Jazz will scarf down his (pre) dinner, we will head back to the rehab center and pick Kevin up.
4:40 p.m. – Arrive back at the school, wait for Jazz to finish eating, drop him off for band camp.
4:52 p.m. – Kevin and I will arrive back home.
5:00 p.m. – Kevin will start complaining about being hungry.
5:05 p.m – I will prepare dinner (ravioli w/ dinner rolls and broccoli – I will save some so Jazz can eat his [post] dinner when he gets home).
6:00 p.m. – Give Kevin his Coumadin.
6:05 p.m. – 7:00 p.m. – Zone out and relax.
7:05 p.m. – Go tan.
7:35 p.m. – Catch up emails and plan for tomorrow’s blog post.
8:30 p.m. – Kevin and I will leave to pick Jazz up. We will get there too early and watch the kids go through marching drills on the parking lot. (I love this part).
8:55 p.m. – Band director will dismiss kids. Jazz will run in to get his drawstring backpack.
9:10 p.m. – Arrive back home.
9:15 p.m. – Bug Dude because I won’t have talked to him ALL DAY!
Whew!
Thank goodness not every day is like this, but it’s like this during the weeks that Jazz has band camp. But it’s totally worth it because the kid LOVES his music!
So tell me, peeps, how was YOUR day?
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