A Day in the Life of Me

Ever wanted to know what my crazy life is like - see below. 

6:00am – My Fitbit buzzes me awake and I frantically tap it to make it stop vibrating.

6:02am – I fall back asleep for about 28 minutes until my body realizes the sun is up

6:30am – grudgingly decided to get out of bed

6:35am – after using the restroom, I step on the scale, hold my breath and PRAY that the number is even 0.2 lbs smaller than it was the day before…

6:40am – shower, dry hair, put on makeup, etc.

7:00am – husband brings Parker into the bedroom with sippy cup of Milk. Parker decides he wants to sit in my lap while I do my makeup. He then proceeds to throw all of my compacts, brushes, hair curlers, bobby pins and a tube of tooth paste to the floor. Thanks, kid.

7:30am – run around the house like a mad woman trying to make sure I have my gym bag packed (with socks), healthy, weight watchers approved lunch packed, cell phone, cell phone cord, head phones, office entry card, parking garage entry card, and hair ties ready to go for the day. Don’t forget purse!

7:45am – get stuck behind school bus in the neighborhood and wait while the 500 rugrats pile onto not one but TWO school busses. WHY DOES OUR GIANT NEIGHBORHOOD ONLY HAVE ONE BUS STOP???

8:15am – finally get to work.

8:20am – pull out laptop, plug it in, boot it up, and immediately check emails – work and personal. Respond to necessary ones.

8:25am – fill up water bottle and proceed to stare at it wishing it was coffee – as in a fancy one from Starbucks, but we all know that has mega points. Water. Ugh.

8:30am – text mom today’s weight loss/gain, continue to carry on text conversation for next 15 minutes.

8:40am – check in with lead project manager and get “leads” for the day. Determine importance level and check calendar for meetings.

8:45am – check up on today’s top news stories (including lifestyle and gossip columns) – thanks MSN.COM!

9:00am – check into social media – see what the friends have been up to. Continue to scroll Instagram until I determine that I must find a suitable post to make myself not look so lame. – brainstorming session begins.

9:05am – remember water is sitting on desk – take a giant gulp hoping I was able to get half way through. Realize I didn’t even make a dent in it. Frown face.

9:10am – decide it’s time to eat my breakfast – stolen go-gurt from my son, along with a cutie brand clementine. Why is my toddler’s food so much better than grown-up food?

9:30am – yes, it took me 20 minute to eat my breakfast. I SAVORED IT.

10:00am – look though action items lists and determine what needs following up on. Prepare for afternoon meetings, run to the ladies room – work work work.

10:05am – repeat texts from mom, checking emails, checking calendars, checking news, chugging water

10:15am – check the JLJ website and makes sure no updates are needed

10:45am – talk to mom on phone, discuss weight loss, shower/birthday/mother'sday gifts, gossip about people, determine what each other has going on that day.

11:00am – refill water bottle (yay me!). 24 ounces down, need to drink another 3 of these. Yikes.

11:30am – start contemplating with co-workers if we’re going to go on a lunch-time walk. Usually they chicken out and I’m left to walk on my own. NOT A PROBLEM. I have my free audio book-of-the-week (thanks Jax Library) to make the walk go by faster. Currently listening to “Doll-Baby” Laura Lane McNeal

11:45pm – go change into my work-out clothes. Praying that my coworkers don’t see me in my spandex and start judging. I’M EXERCISING – NO JUDGING ALLOWED!

12:00pm – head out on a walk down by the river. My current “track” is from my office in the Wells Fargo Building by the Landing all the way to the end of the river walk underneath I-95. It takes me about an hour – less if I push myself – and includes a 4-story incline to cross a bridge over the train tracks. It’s not as easy as it seems, folks.

1:00pm – return from walk, red-faced, sweaty and generally grody looking. Run into office and head towards desk to grab gym bag full of work clothes. Give myself a paper towel bath in the handicapped bathroom and get work-appropriate again.

1:10pm – heat up lunch – usually consisting of a lean cuisine. Yum.

1:15pm – eat lunch as slowly as possible. Making each bite last forever. All while checking emails, social media, news blurbs, etc.

1:30pm – prepare for 2:00pm meetings

2:00pm – meetings until 4:00pm

4:00pm – contemplate urgency of “leaving early”.

4:05pm – double check the JLJ website, making sure no updates are needed.

4:10pm – continue contemplating leaving early

4:20pm – text husband to see if he’s left for the day yet

4:30pm – start packing up belongings

4:35pm – head towards parking garage

5:00pm – fight rush hour traffic. I love Jacksonville.

5:05pm – call mom to discuss my day. Gossip about everything under the sun. Plan next vacation, trip to Charleston, etc.

5:15pm – return home and immediately take shoes off.

5:16pm – go straight for Parker. Play play play until it’s time for Swim lessons

5:40pm – head to swim lessons (and/or Junior League Meeting, Women's Board Meeting, Weight Watchers Meeting, etc.)

6:00pm – swim lesson time. Watch as my 15 month old struggles to float, roll over, kick and swim in the water. Listen to his terrified and angry screams. Remind myself that this is for his own good.

6:10pm – swim lessons over! Snuggle Parker to warm him up, burp him to get rid of the extra air he swallowed and desperately try to calm him down.

6:25pm – head home and attempt to determine in my mind what we’re having for dinner that night.

6:30pm – stare into barren refrigerator trying to pull a dinner together. SUCCESS – found a protein, veggie and grain – dinner complete!

7:00pm – feed toddler whatever food he will consume. These days its green beans, chicken nuggets, hot dogs, rice, and mac & cheese. Absolutely NO carrots.

7:15pm – lovingly serve my husband dinner. Watch as he either a) devours it in one bite or b) plays around with it with his fork until it looks like he ate something (meaning he hates it).

7:30pm – return plates to sink and play with Parker some more. Usually a game of tickles and kisses or chasing around the living room.

7:45pm – time to calm Parker down. I ask him to go pick out a book to read, he brings back the SAME ONE every night. The Tractor book. Not sure what it is about this book. There’s no story line. It’s just a bunch of tractors and their parts. I. Don’t. Get. It.

7:50pm – 8:00pm – convince myself that Parker is tired and attempt to lay him down in his crib. 9 times out of 10 he’ll go straight to sleep. Start praying that this isn’t one of those rare occasions where he has a melt down and won’t sleep.

8:00pm – check out Fitbit steps. DAMNIT. I’m only at 8,000 steps for the day. AND I TOOK A LUNCH TIME WALK! WTF!

8:05pm – put walking shoes on. Head towards the door trying to go unnoticed by Millie. Too late. She caught me. Guess she’s going on a walk with me.

8:45pm – finally get all of my steps in. WOOHOO! Now I’m exhausted. 11,000 steps in a day is a tough goal. But these chubby thighs and left over baby weight (haha, yeah, still calling it baby weight) isn’t going anywhere on its own.

9:00pm – peel off clothes and put PJs on.

9:05pm – flop onto the couch with my cell phone. TIME TO DISENGAGE AND PLAY ON FACEBOOK AND INSTAGRAM (this includes my online shopping addiction time).

9:30pm – okay, enough is enough. No more social networking for me. I’m already jealous of everyone’s houses, jobs, careers, cross-country moves, vacations, and perfect children. Time to focus on my own crazy world.

9:35pm – run through the house putting away random items that I know will just be moved to another location by my husband before the sun comes up (diet coke cans, remote controls, watches, paper work, magazines, etc.)

9:45pm – crawl into bed and attempt to watch an episode of Big Bang Theory

9:47pm – remember to turn my Fitbit onto sleep mode.

9:50pm – PASS OUT.

10:00 – 11:00pm – dog comes into the bed, cat comes into the bed and husband comes into the bed. My king sized sleeping space has now been reduced down to the size of an infant’s mattress.

Looking back on it all now just exhausts me. Luckily, my husband is extremely appreciative and supports me in all that I do. 

Cheers y'all!

Annie