Hello and hello.
Back to a day of mine continued. Check previous post Day Thirty-Two.
12:00 p.m. – I’ve already clocked in, at least that is if Calabrio isn’t mucked up, little man is set, water refilled, PlayStation controller charged and likely in his hands. I’m usually dealing with two to five calls an hour now, this giving me ample moments of bliss, continued doodling and sketching plans for what will be painted. The dogs are usually out again, if good weather is available, then yes.
12:30 p.m. – Now, this is about the time I go through the daily itinerary of my Memento Mori quotes, breathing works, and personal journaling. What’s also done and checked a few times from morning to now is my Passion Planner which I use for detailing my plans, outlining painting projects, writing projects and school goals.
1:00 p.m. – little man starts to get restless, knowing the usual VTO I sign up for is close to being issued, he raps at my office door, jingles the door knob, and kicks with a fury of ten of him. I strain and tighten my neck knowing if I take a second it could be me choosing family over work and they watch.
Segway: I liked the company from the get-go, and have enjoyed the promises of understanding the need for family time and the importance of being involved. Upon my first and second interview I offered my relinquishing of my MS difficulties, my being the stay at home parent for our child with Autism who’s nonverbal and needs 24/7 surveillance by his parents. They were cordial, understanding and inviting. The more I work, the more I see that’s not the case. Bad enough I have to lock the door and seal it where I can barely hear the chaos that may unravel outside of the office. My hair is graying quickly.
2:00 p.m – VTO is usually issued now, the little one screams with a smile and shifts on the coach expecting me to sit down. I take the dogs out first if they’re not already out, grab a large drink of water, and take a walkthrough the house while I list the things I need to either finish, start, or avoid.
2:30 p.m. – the list is simple, do the dishes, sweep, mop, tidy, clear counter space, do homework, study, and prep dinner.
3:00 p.m. – the biggest thing I do for myself though, knowing the plan is for the house and family afterward is the music. I stack the five UE speakers either in the kitchen or living room and let it ring. If cooking is on the agenda I start the simple prep that likely takes minutes sometimes a half hour. If not that, I’m painting, bringing out canvas unfinished, doodled on, or something blank and needing color. The music invigorates the artistic splendor and I create whether with words, paint, clay, or the markers.
3:30 p.m. – the music is still belting my favorites, little man likely is singing and in the kitchen either watching the paint being splashed and spread on the canvas or agitated as I write and ask him to be quiet just a little longer. If the oven is being used this is usually when I turn it on.
4:00 p.m. – the Mrs occasionally throws me a likely time she’ll be home for supper and with this issuing of a gentle alert I wrap up whatever it is I’m doing and get to my kitchen tasks. The music is usually still playing, sometimes a show, other times it’s a podcast, an audiobook or the droning on and on of my son’s favorite show, or movie.
4:30 p.m. – she’ll be home within thirty and now the veggies are either sliced, diced, or chopped, meats seasoned and water boiling. I go through my usually steps and grill this, oven roast those, boil these, and voila.
5:00 p.m. – Dinner time, we eat, she shares the trivializing escapades of her third graders and the annoyance of some the joys of others and the less than friendly staff that don’t communicate, she revels in the cooking, and shortly give or take 15-25 minutes we’re done, she’s sitting in the living room and if any outings are to be done we wait theory minutes til then
5:30 p.m. – depending on mood, needs, and whatever else comes up prior to going anywhere else I clear the table, do the dishes and tidy the kitchen. Some days are better than others, it’s like these posts, some are on time, some nearing late, some too late. C’est la vie
6:00 p.m. – if no outing, no plan, I take little man outside for some time with the dogs, a popsicle or two for my boy and I write, I listen to my music and play with the doggos or talk to my son. Sometimes he’s interested, other times he could care less, the occasional chest pat, which covers please, thank you, yes, no, even maybe is used at times, deciphering what it means each pat is learned through knowing him. But knowing I can do backyard cleaning, I put it off, waiting for the warmer days and I walk around, still the music is playing and I know we likely have Young Sheldon plans with momma after he finishes his last Popsicle.
7:00 p.m. – at this time we watch our shows, given the recent SAG-AFTRA strike there is little to be had, though it has left us on a hunt, knowing we appreciate Garland Coben we’ve watched all of his Netflix series’, the Amazon one or two, almost all of You g Sheldon, and Found with Mark-Paul Gosselaar, oh and the trust but that’s due to us following Gaspar on IG.
8:00 p.m. – we give our little man some time to show us his shows, he usually gets a half hour sometimes an hour while we do our separate things, she scrolls and whatever else, I write, sometimes depending on circumstances or inspiration I bring a canvas in, show her wanting feedback, there’s little and either paint more or start another daily post for this.
9:00 p.m. – it’s bed time for the little one, the Mrs is getting sleepy, and we usually have a movie plan. We get the little guy cleaned up for bed and tuck him in, I run outside and grab the doggos who run in with glee and give them some love before they run back to their room. We then discuss what we’re watching, finally decide upon one of the many options and try to get through at least half of a film.
10:00 p.m. – I write, I do my DQs for school, research more for assignments and drift deciding if I want to work more, enjoy some time while she drifts off to the Dreamworld. I’m left alone, at times I feel like it’s a sport between the two of us. Who will fall asleep first, who will stay up?
11:00 p.m. – the tiredness has yet to sweep over me, the screen is glaring, my family sleeps, and I choose a show, lately it’s the documentary of Vonnegut on Hulu, I’ll write at times, usually editing works unshared here but it’s a bigger project than expected and I aim on getting to that eventually. We’ll see.
12:00 a.m. – I’m still very much awake still at this time, still very much alive and not nearing the dropping eyes, but I know tomorrow will be coming regardless and try to get her to the bedroom so her neck isn’t kinked and pained the next day, it takes a near thirty minutes sometimes. But it’s been like that since day one. You learn to work with what you got. Anyhow from waking to about now, this is my day, a chill day at that, chaotic ones are left mentioned but they come through in passages, in feelings and the thoughts I share. Sometimes they’re lessons learned, others are revelations, and then there are those that have me wanting to climb a wall and disappear. But we do what we must and take on the next day remembering the parts that worked and avoiding those that don’t.
Good night and good morning. Good morning and goodnight.
Nosce Te Ipsum
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