Up by 7, or earlier if it's sunny and the curtains are open. Let the dog out of son's room, crackle my knees down the stairs and make a cup of Earl Gray, plant my butt in the recliner and check my email on my laptop. If I turn on the TV, I'm doomed to be there until 10, so I try not to turn it on if I have a busy day. If I'm going to ride that day, then I skip all that until I get back.

The rest of the day is for all the things I need to do around the house, but when I'm in school (in August again) I study until the boy wakes up sometime between 8 and 11. I try to make him breakfast, depending on his mood for food. Sometimes I'm too busy and he's on his own. We interact and decide what to do that day, where to go.

It's baseball season and I am on the board of the local youth league. Yesterday I spent all day doing administrative stuff for the league. Every game day I go down to the concession stand about 3 and cook the food, load the cash registers, etc. Then I pick up trash or clean the restrooms (yes, I'm a volunteer! "You're welcome," to all those imaginary locals who are lining up to thank me for cleaning up after them when they can't be bothered to walk two feet to the trash can. )

I spend a lot of time looking around the house and sighing at all the unfinished projects, which I can't possibly get done during baseball season.

Evenings are usually spent at or avoiding being at the ballpark. I'm thankful when my son's games are in the next town, so I won't be hassled about "how much" they "paid" and "this?" is what they "get?". (Can you tell end of season burn-out is setting in?) I haven't used my stove since the beginning of April, because we're never home.

This is only my typical day for about 3 months of the year. I can't remember what I used to do. lol.

Karen