A day in the life

Craig asked his class to chronicle how they spend their days. How much time in class? How much time on the phone, on the internet, walking, driving, sleeping? And it got me thinking about how I spend my time, which turned into the entry posted below. And then I deleted that post because who the hell cares how I spend my day. Google reader somehow picked up that entry up before I hit delete, so I had hits coming to the blog. Crap. Re-post.

There's nothing controversial about what I wrote. I hit delete because, my god, how boring. That's my life in paragraph form. I didn't actually keep track of the time I spent on my activities, which Craig's class is doing, and I'm sure I'd be more than a little horrified by how much time I spend on the internet. Truth: I often check my email before I do anything else in the morning. Why? Because my job, the work I'm paid to do, is never done by the time I go to bed, and I'm almost always in meetings by 9 am, for which I need to be prepared. Is that my excuse? Sigh.

The other thing missing from my log? Physical activity. Walking to and from meetings and Grace's school just doesn't cut it. I do not work out. I'm ashamed to admit this, but not quite enough to do anything about it. Apparently I would rather just complain about my muffin top and my aching back. What else did I leave out? Real time with my husband. It's just not happening at the moment. We try to talk to each other after dinner and sometimes at lunch, but it's almost always about work or the kids or to say how sorry we are that we aren't spending more time together. Sigh again.

There are other omissions: grocery shopping (twice a week, two gallons of milk, my girls are like teenage boys), other shopping (oh the guilt, even though I now have a paying job, I still can't shake the guilt over every single purchase I make), cleaning the house (never-ending, the kitchen floors alone need to be swept twice daily, but are only really swept every other day), and laundry (did I mention laundry, my god, I do A LOT of laundry). In the end, I still have tons of down time (and plenty of guilt about that too).

The question I posed at the end of my last entry remains: how do you, person whom I may or may not know, whom visits this site, spend your time? Think of answering that question as anonymous anecdotal evidence for Craig's class? I'm truly interested.