---"Hey! whats a 'day in the life' for you?"--
Nothing exciting, that's for sure. :) Typically I wake up around 7 AM each morning. Rick gets up earlier and leaves me to sleep. Around 7, he slips into the bedroom again, comes really close to me, and kisses my face softly a few times to wake me up. I prefer this method to any alarm clock. It's such a nice start to the day. After he smooths my hair and gives me a real kiss, I sort of mumble and roll over, cocooning myself more deeply into the covers. I generally fall asleep again for another few minutes and he comes back in again between 7:10 and 7:15 to forcefully but lovingly make sure I get my butt out of bed.
Sometimes that means ripping the covers off me and leaving me exposed to the cold air. Sometimes it means giving me a little spank and saying, "Come on now." Sometimes it means doing these things more than once. (I'm very much so more of a night owl than I am a morning person.)
I get ready for work, and we're both out the door by 8:05. We work at the same agency - a non-profit in our county. I'm a Caseworker there and Rick is the accountant. (Yes, that's how we met, but I'll save the actual story of that for another post, because someone else asked that!) We're lucky enough to get to drive into work together each morning, which saves on gas and gives us more quality time. Usually I chatter aimlessly and he listens (and drives). I don't start to wake up until the car ride. :)
We start work at 8:30. I eat breakfast at work, because I choose sleep over extra time at home. I make my muffin or bagel or cereal and take it to my office upstairs (with a banana and some coffee) and eat at my desk. I chat with my co-workers. I take A LOT of phone calls. I have about 200 clients. I see appointments sometimes. I make copies. I file. I determine income and eligibility for our program (public assistance).
If I get bored or lonely or simply miss my hub, he's only a floor below me in his own office, doing whatever it is accountants do. :) Sometimes I call his inter-office extension and talk to him for a minute. Sometimes he calls me. If I catch him in the kitchen downstairs getting water when I'm down there getting mail/coffee/seeing a client, we smile and talk for a minute.
I eat lunch at 12:30 with a hilarious bunch of women (I work with 21 women, with Rick and a guy named Bill being the only men). I'd say there are about 6 or 7 of us who eat at 12:30 and we're 25 to 65 in age - makes for some funny conversations. They always tell me I should write a book about our lunch conversations because the topics tend to range from the Amish to sex to Broadway shows to who knows what. I used to eat lunch at 1 with my friend Val (our receptionist), but she recently went on maternity leave and is currently at home for the next 3 months with her new baby girl! Oh, and sometimes I eat with Rick. :)
Work is hectic a lot of the time. There's usually a lot to do. When 5 PM rolls around, I'm happy to go home.
If it's a Monday night, I might be hurrying home to grab my ANAD (National Association of Anorexia Nervosa and Associated Disorders) stuff and head to the local library to lead my support group meetings. I started the eating disorder support group a year and a half ago and it's been going strong ever since. Group is from 6:00 - 7:15 PM, but Rick knows that it can run longer if one of my girls has a problem or someone needs to talk to me. Whatever time I dash home and scurry breathlessly in the door is when we eat dinner. Rick's pretty patient most of the time (and don't worry - I have food ready for us and always tell him to go ahead and eat, but he's too nice to eat without me).
When I don't lead group, I make dinner pretty much every night. I like to cook and Rick likes to eat. We eat in our recliner chairs in front of the TV. What do we watch? Miami Vice or Magnum P.I. on DVD or something we've Tivo-ed like 24 or CSI: Miami. We're pretty ritualistic. (If it's a Tuesday, I go to my mom's to watch LOST - yes, last year it was Wednesdays, but starting this week, it's Tuesdays!)
He goes to bed earlier than I do (severe fatigue/fibromyalgia/miofascial pain), so after I tuck him in and snuggle with him for a bit, I'm back downstairs typing away on my laptop (blogging, answering reader mail - from my other recovery/advice blog, emailing,
checking Facebook, or replying on the recovery forum on which I'm a moderator) and watching American Idol, Project Runway, Intervention, or any of those sorts of shows of which Rick wants no part. :) If there's no good TV or I don't feel like writing, I'm reading a good book. If it's a Tuesday, I'm making my weekly YouTube video for the collaboration of which I'm part - an eating disorder recovery channel (my day is Wednesday - Wednesday Warriors! Rawr! - so I have to make my video and have it ready to upload for the following day). (That's me in my PJs up there - and yes, I definitely make YouTube videos in my pajamas at times.)In the midst of doing some of these nightly things, I call my friends (or call them BACK), drink some tea, and ponder things.
Bed time for me? Usually around 11 PM (on a weeknight, that is). And then I do the whole thing over again. Exciting, right?









