Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Groundhog Day...or what others are calling a day in the life...

Okay, so maybe my life isn't exactly Groundhog Day. I mean, I guess it varies a bit. But then, didn't Bill Murray vary his? And that episode of Supernatural—the one where Dean dies over and over. I think it was called the Mystery Box or something—fuck, I love that episode. And I swear, quite often I feel as if I'm caught in some kind of never-ending loop.

But I'm not complaining. Honestly, I'm blessed. But yeah, with kids, it seems to be a basic repeat every day. Especially in the winter. From September to the end of March...yeah, insert the word HOCKEY or REFFING and you have a typical day. Lots of both. I basically live at the rink.

But the season is damn near done, so... here's a look at the oh-so-exciting life of me!

First off, I hate mornings. If I could stay up until two or three every night and sleep until nine or ten, I would. It's an easy feat to fall into during breaks in school, mostly because I tend to stay up late either way, and not setting an alarm. Yeah, that gets me in trouble.

So, morning. I set the alarm or 7:30. This allows me to hit snooze at least once before dragging my butt from the bed. Time to get kids up and off to school. I'd love to say my kids all make the bus, but I generally have to drive the boys in. Partly because when they have hockey academy, they can't use the bus—apparently the stick is considered a weapon. I know. But that's how it is. And secondly, because my sixteen year old needs a nuclear explosion to get his ass up. Multiple wake up calls with me threatening to toss a cat on him is generally needed.

Anyway, driving them in, with the obligatory trip to Tim Horton's for tea, means I get home around 9:30 give or take. I generally try to take the dog running as soon as possible, though I sometimes get sidelined a bit. Either way, by the time I run, shower and eat, well it's damn well noon. Yes, I procrastinate lots. Though I do sometimes get some work done before running. It's really a crap shoot.

Then it's time for four or five hours of work. Writing, editing or doing graphic work (I've started making book covers which is totally exciting) I try to put in a few hours before the kids get home. Then it's time for Shaun T's T25 Focus, because I'm trying to improve my fitness and running isn't quite enough. That's my excuse anyway. I have issues, folks. Issues. But that's for another day.

Now, I used to get up early to do this kind of thing. Shaun T or Tony Horton stuff. But I've discovered I just can't do it anymore. I don't sleep well. Wake multiple times, toss and turn. So even that extra hour in the morning is a godsend. I've also discovered I have more energy and get a better workout later in the day. Hell, it all sounds good, so…I'll take it. And I don't need that many excuses or reasons to keep sleeping.

At some point dinner might be made. Or it could be fix it yourself night. Then it's generally more work, an activity with the kids and some time-wasting TV before bed. Which is usually midnight, though I say I'll go earlier. But then I'm a night owl, so…

I try to get in at least a full day's worth of work, spread out over the day. Add in kid stuff and other endeavours…let's just say I never seem to have enough time. I need thirty hours and eight days a week to get my stuff done.

Now, I also recognize I'm a time waster. Not in the sense where I sit in a chair and stare out the window, or watch soap operas all day then wonder why I don't get shit done. I just find lots of ways to spend the time. The computer is a huge time sucker. I can spend hours playing around with graphics or toying with a website. I guess it's not really wasted time but…I lost hours people. Hours. And then there's trying to keep up with the social media. There's a reason I'm not the most active Twitter or FaceBook person. I just don't seem to have the time. Even blogging…if it weren't for the lovely ladies who were blindsided into letting me join this weekly blog, I'd probably never blog. Not because I don't want to, but I just get busy.

Okay, that's my life. Boring. Predictable. If I had a stalker, I assure you they'd have no issues planning out my routine. I run/workout, work and deal with kids. Period. Maybe one day I'll have a life. Have a person to share it with (and yeah, that's a whole other post as well. Again, issues, people) and be able to say I do something far more exciting, but for now…survival. And laughter. I laugh a lot, so it can't be all bad.

Once again, thanks to the awesome partners in crime. Please check out their blogs with the links below. See you next week.

Bronwyn Green
Jessica Jarman
Leigh Jones
Kellie St. James
Jenny Trout


  1. Your day makes me really, really tired. Also, I think you're a saint for spending all that time at the rink.

    I noticed something important in this post. Do you think Tim Horton and Tony Horton are related? Maybe it's a big money making scheme. People go to Timmy's for doughnuts and then are forced to work out with Tony...

  2. Bron may be on to something there....

  3. Ahhh, my lovelies. Time Horton was a famous hockey player! I know...go figure. A Canadian and a hockey player. That almost never happens. And I swear they put shit in their drinks that lead to addiction. And it's why every damn person at the rink has a Tim Horton cup.

    As for Tony. His dad was a famous baseball player, and he along with Shaun T are the bane of my existence.

    But I do see where you're headed...a conspiracy. The doughnuts, the workouts...maybe it is all a coverup. But a very polite one...