My initial thought when I decided to join the Day in my Life link-up was:
I can’t imagine anyone cares what I do all day/what my routine looks like?
And then, like some sort of law of attraction, I began to receive a flurry of questions from friends online and off.
- How different is your routine in Austin versus Oakland?
- How many times a week do you go to the gym?
- How early do you get up?!
- When will you find your new Austin comfy-routine? (yep. that final one was posed to me by me.)
What made me smile the most was the complete lack of questions about what I eat during my day.
I don’t know if it’s because I yammer about intuitive eating or if women no longer care what others eat & know whatever choices they make are enough (yay!), but regardless it made me SMILE as that’s by far the least interesting piece of my day.
(I’m definitely no foodie.)
My mornings start at 4a. I am Kramer. I never ever set an alarm as I figure if I don’t wake I must need the sleep.
In the past 9 years (guess who’s nine?) I’ve never once overslept.
No matter when she falls asleep the Tornado is awake around 530a. 4a guarantees me some self-care time. Some quiet time.
why yes. I DO sleep in my skulls leisure onesie!
My first appointment of the morning used to be with my coffee maker.
While I was happy with that routine, I found I’d often start my day frazzled and carry said FrAzZlE with me all day long.
Now, no matter what, my first appointment of the day is with my meditation pillow.
This inner-focus lasts only a few minutes and it changes the course of my entire day.
I strive to make my mind blank like a sheet of paper.
Next it *is* coffee time.
As much as I joke about java being my liquid of life (and the fact I rival Lorelai in my love of it), the older I get the more I’ve learned it’s the routine I adore.
I pour my cup. I carry it to the computer. More often than not it grows cold as I grow HEATED, excited and sucked into writing.
(the skull contains my FAVE tea)
After that, around 445a, it’s off to work.
I blog. I write other stuffs I’m working on (foreshadowing!). I create.
(This is never when I work on sponsored posts or brand/client endeavors. Ever.)
At 530a I’m joined by the pitter-patter of two feet & four “feet” simultaneously.
I’d lament this, but the child (and the puppy) is up like a puppy.
She’s happy, excited and ready to see what the day holds!
(up like puppy. sleeps like old lady.)
After that mornings are a whirlwind of activity.
We often do homework (she’s a lark like her mama and thinks more clearly in the a.m.).
We frequently PLAY.
We always make time to ambulate the crazy canine.
(alas the sweater isn’t for looks. it’s been sleeting!)
(one of my fave parts of my day.)
Next, a full 75 minutes earlier than Oakland (!), it’s time to walk to school.
I’m profoundly grateful we can walk as it seems to be the best time for us to connect and talk.
About her day. About my day. About what she’s excited for and what she’s less than looking forward to.
(as a result there is no photo of the walk. that’s our private time.)
(at school BUNDLED, face-making & ready to learn)
After drop-off it’s back home and time to work.
Depending on how many legs you have.
(good lord this looks comfy, huh?)
After a few hours of writing and POPCORN’ing it’s time to hit the gym.
I’m all about the #wycwyc movement (literally and metaphorically).
(moving boxes = resistance training!)
Post-muscle building it’s back to writing. Again.
I rarely find it hard to concentrate, even when this one perches and stares at me.
(whatchawriting? whatchawriting? whatchawriting??)
Apparently I blog as I live as I’ve thus far forgotten to even include any of my meals.
(Hence the not a foodie and intuitive eater remarks)
Oats, sausage, eggs, fruits, salmon, raw veggies, brown rice, cheese are pretty much the snackingmeals mainstays.
Or, if I’m feeling like it, this Jew will make EGGS in a HAMBASKET.
(I do love me some ham baskets!)
After that it’s often time to hit the grocery.
No matter how I may plan meals (in my head. where it counts) I’m there all too *frequently* for veggies & fruits.
(my life is glam–what can I say?)
(aisle walking = creative cardio)
After that I’m work work work until school lets out.
(we really need to add SKYPES to the dictionary)
I try not to rehydrate with this as I work, but I’ve decided it’s better than breaking my window.
Far less artificial.
(standing & tweeting FTW)
The day picks up pace around this time.
- I hurry up to school.
- I slowly walk home with the Tornado as we chat about our days and play HI/LOW.
- We empty her backpack, lunch box and
commence bickering about homeworkcheck out what her assignments are for the evening.
After some homework is finished (are you laughing alongside me how exciting my life is?) we take the Doodle somewhere so we three can frolic:
(yep. he needs an eyehole trim)
We make dinner together:
(ground turkey sloppy joes!)
And we wind down our evening with a serving of Gilmore Girls.
And that’s pretty much our day.
She goes to sleep.
The Doodle joins her.
(Charming. AKA Darkface Allhair.)
I work a bit, close down the domicile, and we all git up the next morning and try again.
- What’s yer day like? Are you up at the crack of dawn with me?
- Have you, too, temporarily surrendered the gym for the workout that is LIFE?