9.10 Quietly sitting in front of my computer screen, I come across a post from Sue about how she spent her day. I giggle at a good 'korma' joke and feel slightly guilty about the household chores I am not tackling.
9.15 Empty the tumble drier of the stuff I 'fluffed' yesterday afternoon. I like drying on a line, but am addicted to tumble drier fluffiness, so all washing gets a 10 minuite tumble after the line. Yes, I realize this is slightly obsessive behaviour, but it's small beans on the potential OCD spectrum, so just let me enjoy it.
9.16 Add the stuff to the unfolded pile of clean, dry, fluffed laundry on the sofa. Really must fold it.....
9.18 Bring in the washing from the line that I left out overnight acidentally. Note it is slightly soggy from the dew. But my 10 minute tumble will deal with that. Ha! See you mocked my habit, but it has genuine purpose now. Stuff it self righteously into the tumble drier.
9.21 Put the kettle on. Load the dishwasher while it boils. Feel smug at my multitasking skills. Ignore the fact that if I wasn't such a slob, the breakfast dishes would have gone into the dishwasher straight after breakfast.
9.24 Decide I need to ramp up my 'domestic goddess' quotient after confession about breakfast dishes, so take a new box of tissues out to put in the car. In a fit of non-slobbishness, I clear all the used tissues and other rubbish out of the car. Also two baseball caps from the hot weather. I think it has passed. I shove them in the cupboard under the stairs (the caps, not the rubbish) and close the door very quickly, just in case the suff in there makes a bid for freedom.
9.27 Make 'special' coffee. My reward for not being at work near any coffee shop temptations which would cost me a small fortune in feeding my caffiene habit. Note with relish that hubby has not stolen my favourite coffee mug for his morning tea, therefore leaving it clean and ready for me. Decide this is the omen for a very good day.
9.32 Realize that writing down the stuff I do all day is going to be a big job. So I really must go back to the computer and begin typing while I sip my coffee. Sorry, dry dishes on the draining board, you'll just have to wait.
9.33 Wonder about going back in time to begin my story of the day with waking up. Decide it's not a pretty sight - who wants to share my classic battle cry of 'Would you please get off the toilet and get dressed'. Perhaps we'll abbreviate to get up, shower, dress, wake kids, madke breakfast, yell, leave the house, drive 25 mins (bloody traffic) to school, remember we have left reading book behind but hope turning up in the right clothing cancels it out, scrabble in glove compartment for Jeans for Genes money, deposit kids, drive home.
9.40 God this drivel takes a long tome to write. Bored of typing. Look outside to see if I should put next load of washing on the line. Big grey clouds - mmmm maybe not. But 'fluff' cycle has ended - could just stick it straight in the drier. Ponder, indecisively.
9.42 Look back at post. It has no photos. Boring. Also, not even an hour of my life has passed and I've already written 554 words. 555 now. Decide this is not such a good idea for a post. Also, If I hit publish soon, I can catch Woman's Hour on Radio 4 while I finish clearing the kitchen and making chicken stew for dins. Slurp coffee. Blow kisses to you. Jenni Murray here I come...