My day-to-day life isn’t always so western. In fact, most of the time the most “western” part of my day is driving by the pastures on my way out of the ranch. I usually stop and whistle at my boy Texas. He glances up and goes back to grazing, and that is that. Ranchy, I know. So I thought I’d give you a glimpse into a regular day for me. My favorite days of the week are Tuesdays and Thursdays. Of course it would make more sense to document a Wednesday on the Western Wednesday post, but honestly, my Mondays and Wednesdays consist of taking Gracie to pre-school and then working in the office. A short post that would make. So here’s what my Tuesdays and Thursdays look like. Buckle up, it’s super exciting.
First thing I do is have a cup of coffee. I actually begin thinking of my morning cup of coffee at night before bed; that’s how happy this ritual makes me. I start my day with two cups, and I love it. My Kuerig is the best purchase I have made in my entire life-not exaggerating.
Gracie wakes up around 7:30 on most days. Our usual morning includes a little bit of cartoon watching, breakfast, yelling at Gertrude (our basset hound) for trying to eat the breakfast once it’s left on the table, the 3 year old drama over what to wear, packing up, and heading to swim lessons. We are in our second year of hard-core lessons, twice a week at Kim Courtney’s Swim School. Gracie loves it, and this summer especially, her progress has been awesome.
After swim, we head to the gym. Two years ago, I switched from a smaller private gym to the Desert Foothills YMCA-best decision ever. They have an out-of-this-world kid’s program, and during the summer we go to the Y almost daily. I work out, Gracie plays in the kid’s center, and then we often hang out at the pool. I’ve been taking a TRX class on Tuesdays/Thursdays for the last few months, and just began a small group personal training class. I have learned one thing about my gym-going habits. I must have someone yelling at me; I have zero personal motivation. By myself, I’ll leisurely walk on the treadmill for 20 minutes while watching Kathie Lee and Hoda and call it a day. But in a class or personal training session, I will at least break a sweat. So I pay a little extra to have someone make me very angry for 30-60 minutes and very sore 24 hours later. Makes total sense, right?
OK, next up on the agenda is the grocery store. We live a good 20 minutes from “town”, so when you’re out and about you gotta make the most of it. I had to stop for coffee creamer. It’s not a pretty morning in the Parkinson house when we are out of coffee creamer. And as you all probably know, a stop for one thing leads to a cart full of necessities: a rotisserie chicken, bananas, waffles, milk, and wine to name a few. Our Safeway has a Jamba Juice, which is always Gracie’s treat of choice. And my special treat was getting to push around the gigantic pink car/cart that is so loud and cumbersome I feel like I’m pushing a freight train around the store. Confession-In the past I have fibbed to Gracie and told her all of the car/carts had been sent out for repairs so I didn’t have to push this thing around. #badmommy
After a busy morning, we head home. I try to fit all of our activities into the morning during the summer, and then take it easy in the afternoon. We eat lunch, and Gracie spends the afternoon coloring, playing, and watching a few more cartoons (Peppa Pig is her current favorite). I get a few things done around the house including a little bit of work in the office. You’ll notice I have my PC and my Mac laptop going at the same time. My workload is just so large, I need two computers….I kid. I keep my antiquated PC desktop exclusively for my Quickbooks, and I pretty much do everything else on my laptop. I can’t even explain how slow my PC is….Let’s just say I started downloading a song two days ago, and it’s almost half way done! I’ve about had enough and am ready to give in and upgrade to a desktop from this century.
In the summer Shadd gets done at the barn early, and he comes home to rest and play with Gracie in the afternoon which is nice. We finished the day by barbequing turkey dogs. Gracie then wanted to watch The Last Unicorn. This movie was my absolute favorite as a kid. I was so excited to watch it with her and share what I remembered to be a magical movie.
Fast forward 10 minutes. Apparently, my memory was not so good. Watching as an adult, I found it to be totally creepy, psychedelic, and weirdly-inappropriate at times, but Gracie still dug it. We quit watching during the scene when the wizard is tied to the tree, which turns into a large woman, and attempts to suffocate him with her large tree boobs. Yes, tree boobs. Does anyone else remember this movie?
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