Soracloud Quick Hands wrote:
... for "discovering" America and giving me a day off of work.
Got up, took a shower, made some coffee watched the news, cleaned the house and kept the cats amused for an hour or so.
So this is what it is like to live a day in DSDs shoes.
umm where the hell did everyones Avaratards go...
Edited, Mon Oct 10 09:00:26 2005 by Soracloud
Not quite sweetie. Her'es the rundown of my day holiday or not;
3:30 am- calm son down from nightmare and put to bed
4:15 am - tell son to get his butt back in bed. No he can NOT watch tv now its nighttime
5:30 am - kick husband out of bed and have him deal with son while I try to catch up on some sleep.
7:30 am- husband leaves for work, I get up feed son, start the coffee, take dog out, wait 20 minutes for the dog to pick the perfect place to **** on the lawn
8am- finally get to that coffee I've been drooling over after I have fed dog, cats and refed my son because inevitably, hes fed his breakfast to the dog. Then he complains when the dog actually eats his danish, breakfaast bar, etc
8:30 -am shower while keeping an ear out for the terrible twosome. If Im lucky, I get to have a quick uninterrupted shower. If its a normal day, I have to race out of the bathroom dripping wet with shampoo still in my hair yelling at my son and dog to stop jumping up and down on the couch/bed/grandfatherclock. It sucks in the winter time when this happens
9am-get dressed, try and put clean clothes on son, drink more coffee. If it's school day I get everything ready and throw son in the car to go to preschool.
9:30 - send to school come home and try to catch up on the news via the internet with my coffee.Or clean. Or if it was a late night I'll try to take a nap. Never works though.So I get up and clean or putz on the net
11:30 pick son up and do various errands for the day.
1 pm - Make lunch. Inevitably it will be given to the dog and 45 minutes later son will be screaming that hes so hungry mommy feed me!!!! Sigh and put up with the whining after I tell him for the 100th time stop feeding the dog your food!!
2pm - try and get on the computer again while son keeps himself occupied by playing with his hotwheels cars. Wondering why the hell it feels like it's 6pm but its only two. Quickly make more coffee and chug it down to keep the energy up.
3pm - after various times of getting interupted on the pc by son needing whatever it is he can think of at the time, I get up and try to do some cleaning while figuring out what to do for dinner. Laundry, no matter how many times I do it, will pile up like a mountain within two days. Note to self: throw kid in snow suit no matter what time of year when he plays outside. Hose snowsuit off and dry for next outdoor use. Will save on laundry.
5pm start making dinner.Chase dog and kid out of the kitchen while son tries to help. Son cleans fridge out of food, trying to help "add" things to our dinner. Son starts to whine about being soooo hungry ( then eat lunch, I keep telling him) and wants to eat NOW!
6pm dinner is ready, waiting for Mr. DSD to arrive. We have dinner, and after I go and hide for a bit while Mr. DSD and son play
8:30 pm Sons bedtime. Fortunately hes good at going to bed most of the time so Im finally able to have my third pot of coffee by 9pm to stay awake and enjoy the quietness of the household for a couple hours before bedtime.
If you wonder why it takes me much longer to do stuff than normal ppl its also because interspersed with everything I am inevitably drawn into sitting down playing hotwheels, hide and seek, monsters, and firefighters with son. I am also chasing the dog when hes got soemthing he shouldnt, tyring to patch up broken stuffed animals, and rummaging through our clothes to find some sort of costune my son can wear to play
whatever hero he wants to be at the time
Thats the basic day of DSD
Edited, Mon Oct 10 10:23:35 2005 by deadsidedemon