So I figured, since I didn't have much to talk about regarding my cycle (which I will gladly take boring and regular any day) it would be fun to put together a little Day in the Life post for the blog. I've been thinking about doing this for a while and finally did it last Thursday, it was a lot more work than I had thought and this isn't how every day goes for me; some days are busier, I get other chores done or have to run errands, some days there are appointments or gatherings to attend when other days are a bit lazier and I spend it writing or working on little projects. But this was a typical day at home while my husband was at work...
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Our alarms go off at 6:45am, groggily I take my temperature and it is good, 98.23 degrees, which suggests that I did ovulate yesterday but the next two days will confirm it. Dyl and I snuggle for what feels like a minute, trying to delay the inevitable as the clock reminds us that Dyl needs to go to work. Finally we drag ourselves out of bed and I head for the kitchen to start putting together his lunch for the day while he gets ready. We put Rosie out, she's always hanging outside for what seems like forever, but it's a little colder today so she hurries in. We get to spend some time together while he has breakfast but it isn't much longer before he is leaving me with kisses as he heads out the door.
7:30am - Hello there Rosie, she's waiting to go back to bed but I have to clean up the mess from making Dyl's lunch first and I would like to go to the bathroom too.
So, that's me in the morning, a wild mess of hair, no make up and hubby's shirt - he loves me enough to share, haha. I jump on the scale quickly, we used to have a really unhealthy relationship but I've lost weight since our last pregnancy and feeling healthier than I have in a long time.

After having a mid panic attack over what I first thought was the fire alarms going off (but was actually just my nephew's toy going haywire) I crawl back into bed, hoping that a moment laying down will calm my upset stomach (which btw I'm choosing that it wasn't my practically-a-desert-for-breakfast that did it)
But I wake up at 10:30am, what? what happened?! I was supposed to lay down for a moment, not almost two hours! I guess Rosie was right about us heading back to bed - oh, silly girl! Our bed is sort of a weakness of mine; it's just so comfy and warm, I debate staying even longer than I already have - I mean, it IS rather cold out there anyway... ;) But I reluctantly pull myself out and make the bed, a preventative measure to keep me from crawling back in and I like that doing just that one chore instantly makes the room look better. With my unexpected nap behind me, I'm starting to feel rushed with the things I wanted to get done today, but first I need to look a little more human - teeth brushed, dressed with my usual minimal makeup, bangs pinned up and my mess of curls braided down the side I'm ready to get on with the day... finally.
11:00am - I grab my laptop and start working on the cover letter and resume I'm putting together for my brother (I'm sort of the go-to person for that sort of thing; earning high regards from the management team at my first job when I applied for assistant supervisor, oh those were the days) I'm having more difficulty with this one since my brother is now certified a second year millwright technician (YAY!!) but, an industry job is far from my usual cover letter audience so I struggle with it for longer than I would like. Stopping briefly to confirm details with my brother, visit with my family over lunch and grab a yogurt before heading back to my desk.
3:00pm - You read that right, four hours later I'm printing the final copies, not only are they complete but I am very confident in the quality and contents - potential employers would be stupid to pass up on this one. With that behind me I sort my laundry and get that on the go, realizing that I probably could have gotten it done while I worked on the cover letter and resume - Oh well!


I should note, for anyone who might not know our living situation; my husband & I live with my parents, my brother, his wife & their son (soon to be two sons). It' sounds crazy and sometimes it is, but we each have our own space while we share the mafloor, and generally it works out pretty well. Sometimes we all do our own dinners but more often then not we have everyone sit down together - we try to trade off who cooks, but because I am currently rocking the "housewife" title, more often than not, I take on dinner and it is going to be WEIRD when we are living on our own & I am only cooking for Dyl (& hopefully our baby).
6:30pm - Dyl is finally home, after a quick phone call while he was on his way we agreed with some sort of stir fry so I quickly defrosted a small package of pork chops, sliced them up nicely and let them cook away in a homemade marinade. Dyl added some vegetables while I made rice and everything was delicious! With our last few dishes done and the garbage taken out I am so ready to settle down on our couch with a couple cookies. But I make a quick stop in the laundry room to finish folding the last load, it's Dyl's "Friday" so I'm glad I got all of our laundry out of the way before his "weekend" because it's going to be busy with two milestone birthdays being celebrated on Saturday; our eldest nephew turning eighteen while our youngest niece turns one and any errands (including shopping for the above mentioned birthdays) done the day before.

8:00pm - we are snuggled up on our couch ready to watch a couple episodes of Supernatural, we actually started watching this show last winter and have been hooked since! While I could probably skip out on some of the unnecessary low/no-respect-for-themselves-girls, there have been some kick butt female characters along the way and the story line, the character development, the way they have me on the edge of my seat every episode - it's amazing and we have been eating through the seasons. Plus, the gag-reels at the end of each season are golden.
& here we are, it's coming up on 10:30pm and we are getting ready for bed. We pray together, snuggle up and say good night which means this is the end of this DITL post. So, good night blog ;)
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This was so much more work than I had imagined, I had to stop every single time I started something and pull out my cellphone. Which is why there are some gaps but I figured that 20 photos were a good amount to document a day in my little housewife life. Despite how much effort this took, I'm thinking this will probably happen again sometime, maybe when we have a baby here? Who knows.
xo, Anne.
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