Document Your Every Waking Moment

Put a comforter in the wash, need to wash dishes but chose to lay down in a comfy, inviting bed instead. Picked up my phone and saw this thread. Began typing and eyes are getting heavy.
 
Sitting in my van waiting for the rain to pass so I can go return a bathing suit. Also finding I think this thread is damn fascinating. What does that say about me and my life? Questioning my sanity and drinking more green tea to get me through.
 
Reheated my coffee. Answered a PM. Wondering where my SS card is, and if I should cut my hair.
 
Still sitting in the van, but found an umbrella so I'm considering braving thecrain. The song on the radio is good though, so I might not go just yet.
 
Glared at the husband (because he deserved it). Pretended not to hear him (because I am being childish)...acting like I am on a very serious text conversation so he will go away....really am just writing this bullshit.

Wondered if I have seen every episode of Big Bang Theory. Yawned.

Thinking of painting toenails...decided against. Too tired.

Walking to bedroom. Flop down on bed.
 
Now...

"Are you working or on lit?"

"Working."

"I can see you are on lit."

"Then why did you ask?"

"Are you writing what I am saying?"

"Yes."

"Well type "I am about to get my ass spanked for being a brat.""

:D

I smiled.
 
Got the milk out. Poured a cup. Put the milk back. Ate beans. Laughed at Eva. Blew my nose.
 
Washed my sheets but I just felt them and they're not totally dry. Considering sleeping on my bare mattress topper.
 
Woke up and tried to ignore that my boys were awake in their room, talking. Realised I had indigestion, so took a couple of Rennie. Lay there a bit longer listening to them talking. Wondered how long I could lay there before they started being silly. Heard the silliness start and so dragged myself out of bed. Now sat on the sofa, logged onto Lit and found myself laughing at this thread. Also looking at the carpet thinking i should have vacuumed it. But now my older one is setting his train set out on it. Too late.
 
Watched Ripper Street with Daughter. Hugely disappointed in season four, and discussed this disappointment with Daughter, who is in full agreement. Also discussed masturbation, the 'damsel in distress' response in men, online job applications, and what I should Tweet to British actor David Oakes in the event of Daughter's untimely demise.

Made hot chocolate, which then had to be reheated twice over the course of our conversation. Went home and plugged in phone charger. Turned on water in bathroom sink and began to undress in bedroom while waiting for water to heat. Removed earrings, and am currently debating whether to wear my Starbucks shirt to sleep in, or just my panties. Also am periodically feeling boobs out of habit, and because they feel nice.
 
Took the dog for a walk. She pooed. Twice. My boys walked slightly ahead, as always. The weather was so good that I got warm and regretted putting on my hoodie. I also couldn't be bothered to walk really far so when we reached the playground I told my boys they could have five minutes play while I sat and gave my dog attention. Fifteen minutes later, I told them the five minutes was up. We walked home. I got a glass of water because I'm too hot.
 
Got off work, came home. Have to call my mom to wake her for church. Need to empty the dishwasher, and then do the dish in the sink. Really need to fold some socks, as I am out. And yet, here I sit....totally unmotivated.

Edit: Called mom, she's not going to church, so at least that's off the list.
 
I made a warm beverage in my nespresso. it took a while because before I could actually make it, I had to decide which coffee pod to use. Now, I don't know anything really about any of these pods. I'm not too proud to admit that I sometimes just pick one because I feel like the color of the pod might somehow relate to my day. I make my March Madness picks the same way, if I'm being honest.. but that's something else.
Anyway, after I picked the deep blue pod, I felt especially impressed with myself because it has a fancy name. It's in another language so I can't really tell you what it means.. but I'm sure it means "better coffee than you'd get in that Folder's can" and, for what it cost, it damn well better be.
Anyway.. then I needed to decide what kind of milk to put in the frother.. coconut? almond? almond-coconut blend? Sometimes the almond milk doesn't froth as well as the coconut. Am I feeling like milk foam today or is warm milk enough? when did I start thinking I needed warm milk in my coffee? Good lord, my life is complicated.
 
Went to church, went shopping, called my mom, watched the idiot box and the talking heads talk about football AND player protests.
 
My new houseplant seems to be a little dry, so I thought about watering it. But then I remembered it's supposed to dry out between waterings. So I'll just keep fingering it every day or so
 
I've got laundry going, cleaned out the fridge, done dishes, watching Netflix, and making rice.
 
I heard my neighbor talking through the walls, but I couldn't tell what she was saying.

But it was about 13 syllables, if that helps
 
Sitting in my kitchen, glass of wine in my hand thinking that I should make Dinner... any moment now...
 
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