This is how my day went:
I woke up at 8:30am. Crawled out of bed. Went to the toilet and proceeded to pick up the vacuum, drag it downstairs and vacuum the place to make it a little presentable for the gas fitter coming within the hour.
He came just after 9am
I made smoothies for Brendan and I.
I made him some porridge.
Gas fitter left and I started work around 10am.
I had a 10:30am meeting till 11am
I worked and hated my life till the electrician came just before 12pm. I didn’t realize all the places he had to have a look in which was every room! Queue my embarrassment at the mess. Seems I cleaned everywhere EXCEPT the rooms because I didn’t think they’d be visited. So, I basically used them as a dumping ground…. Just piles of clothes everywhere. In our defense we are doing a big clean up at the moment. Going through them all, sorting and throwing but man….
Introducing annoyed Tia. “This is why I say clean up because you never know when someone’s going to come over and see shit!”. Yes, I did say that. Brendan reacted by walking away.
I also cleaned the top of the aircon because it was disgusting but again, I didn’t know that he would be taking a picture of it. “Umm… if you’re sending that to the real estate can I clean it and you take another picture? I don’t want them seeing that” I asked. “It should okay. You just moved in” the electrician replied. “Uhh, I’ve been here for 5 years”. He took the piece of the aircon down for me because I couldn’t reach but he didn’t put it back up so looks like that’s the picture representing my house.
The electrician left by 12:30pm. Just in time for the meeting I said I may miss because of him. In that time, I managed to make myself a salad and eat that while on call. The meeting went till 1pm.
From then I worked.
But from 4:30pm I was over it. I got myself ready for a workout. Took my ass out and workouted for an hour and a half. I was done by 7pm and went to the grocery store.
Got home by 7:30pm.
I decided I was just going to have another salad for dinner and put it all together when suddenly I looked down and saw my 2 doofus dogs staring at me like they were waiting for something….. they were… food. Which I didn’t have.
The only I thing I had was chicken livers I bought for them. I don’t like giving it to them raw so that means I’d have to cook. Other than that, I had no food. Oh! A tiny bit of rice from the other nights dinner. By this time my beautiful prawn and tuna salad was ready to go but I couldn’t eat knowing my boys didn’t have food.
I ended up caving and cooking them dinner. I gave my salad to Brendan. By this time, it was 8:15pm and I had to make a brand new salad which meant weighing everything up all over again. I was starting to feel tired. My body was starting to shut down. I made another salad than started cleaning the counters, doing the dishes and putting them away.
By the time I had the opportunity to enjoy my salad it was 9pm and to be honest I was so put off. I was tired. I was exhausted. I started to have a headache come on. I still needed to have a shower and just SIT DOWN!
I was too tired to eat. So guess what. My salad is in the fridge waiting to be my lunch.
So, there’s that.
Then I sat down. And I thought.
Where is a kid suppose to fit into my life?
The first thing I did when I woke up was clean.
The last thing I did before bed was clean.
How am I supposed to clean, cook, have a full time job and have a kid?
I know people do it. But do these people have help from family or friends (2 things I don’t have much of)? Because I have minimal of both those things, I know there wouldn’t be much support there.
Oh hey! I wanna go to the gym but I have a kid and then I have to clean. No friend or family is going to do that shit!!
I have enough issues trying to juggle my boring ass life.
Kids just don’t make sense to me.
Dogs and cats though.. I understand that!