Bullet point your whole day! 30 day writing challenge.

Okay, i’m already well into my day so I will have to catch the morning bit up first :).

  • 2:23 am wake up. Go toilet and wander around.
  • 4:44 am wake up, I try to roll over and go back to sleep again. I can’t. Daughter is in  the bed with me, she takes up the entire space. I am sleeping along the edge. Kitster (The cat) is asleep on my stomach. I have no cover and my body is hurting.
  • I go into the kitchen and grab pain killers and wash them down with a glass of water. I am awake. Completely awake. I plug the kettle back in and switch it on to boil. I contemplate sweet sugary tea of coffee. I choose tea.
  • I feed the cats.
  • I pop for a wee.
  • Make my tea and sit down.
  • The flat is quite. I like it.
  • I just sit thinking for a few minutes, letting the sweetness of tea hit my taste buds.
  • Write a poem (4:49 am), https://plus.google.com/+karenhayward2015/posts/7wKH7jKeMX5 Literally only 5 minutes have passed. I feel deflated that it’s another day that I have started so early, knowing that there is no chance of me getting a rest or sleep at any point. The day will be extremely long.
  • I respond to other people’s comments and read through other poetry. I like this.
  • 4:59 am I post a sunrise picture into the picture challenge focus forum on g+  https://plus.google.com/+karenhayward2015/posts/BzcaJoAnDy8 I’ve been meaning to post that for a couple of days. I’m aware I am disorganised and need to try harder to stay on top of everything.
  • 5:08 am I post another into the same group, this time a sunset, from last night as I walked into town with my daughter. I spend a moment thinking about how lucky I am to be able to get such a great pic from my front door.
  • I switch the kettle back on and decide that coffee is a good idea. I change my mind and see if there is space in the bed for me (hubby is working over time again this weekend, so its just me and my gal, which is why she is in the bed) There is, barely. I climb back in.
  • 5:45 am I wake again. I’ve been dreaming. Vivid dream of standing on a shore. The beach is local although clearly an image dragged from memory as it has now changed. I am standing there at the edge of the water. It’s calm, so surprisingly calm, barely no movement and i’m not even sure there is sound either. It’s misty and the weather has a soft warmth to that, under my coat hat and scarf. There are men (young) they run past giggling fully clothed and seemingly run into the sea to surf…they have no surf boards, they use there bodies. On the beach a collection of old treasures is building up and there are some men seemingly working at collecting these things. I ignore them at first and they ignore me, although I can hear them discussing me. My daughter is also with me at the beach. She is content playing. I look down at the sand I see shells. They get bigger the more I look until finally I am excited to have found the shell I have always been looking for. The shell is big, so big and I cannot believe my eyes. Then I woke up!! I get up again.
  • I decide I will have that coffee. so switch the kettle on to boil again.
  • 6:12 am Whilst I wait I look at g+ notifications, I come across and share this post about the personality of a Scorpio. I like the words and choose to share.  https://plus.google.com/+karenhayward2015/posts/DWBf6CqdXGq
  • 6:28 am Hubby get’s in from work. I take a deep breath as I hear the door closing, knowing there is nothing gentle about the slamming action and hoping my daughter sleeps through it, I want a few minutes longer before my day officially starts.
  • Hubby tells me about his night at work, whilst I sip on coffee.
  • 6:45 am I can hear the rustling of covers and pounding of feet. She heads straight toward my voice and finds me in the kitchen. ‘Mummy i’m going to miss you too much, please don’t go.’ I hug her. Whilst walking into town in the dark last night she lost a dolly hand (Monster High!!) I promised her at first light I would walk back and see if I can find it. Right now she isn’t able to accept the idea of me leaving the house without her. I tell her it’s her choice and she doesn’t need to decide yet as it’s still dark outside anyway.
  • She asks me to walk her to toilet and stay.
  • We chat!! lol
  • I make her breakfast and a drink and she sits at the table.
  • I respond to comments and people on g+ Check facebook and check twitter.
  • I start two poems, and close both not liking either.
  • 7:00 am it starts. How long till besty gets here?
  • We look at time and talk about how to fill it.
  • She decides she doesn’t want the doll hand. She doesn’t want me to leave the house without her.
  • I cut her an apple and grapes.
  • I look out of the window and can see that the sky looks like she is on fire as the morning sun creeps up. It is beautiful. The most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I grab my coat and pop outside to take a few pictures. Whilst out there my cat Emmet comes to me for cuddles and kisses. I take a couple more pictures from up stairs as the sun turns the sky red.
  • 7:30 am. We run over to the shop for a paper, we’re in our pjs :).
  • I ask hubby to hoover for me.
  • I collect any washing up.
  • I go into my daughters bedroom and collect dirty washing and clear the floor, strip her bed, re-make her bed and clear away any toys on the floor (her besty is blind, so floor needs to be clear and accessible)
  • Grab another coffee!
  • 7:59 am listen to this   https://plus.google.com/+karenhayward2015/posts/XG5RtvmhEpN
  • 8:04 am. I ring my Dad :). I ring my Dad early every single Saturday. We chat for an hour. Daughter also speaks to me for the entire hour, so I spend the entire phone call trying to hear two conversations whilst walking from room to room.
  • 9:05 am I wee!!!
  • I sweep the stairs, clean the handrail and tidy the shoes to ensure stairs are clear.
  • I stop and put the radio on so I can dance along.
  • I put on a wash load.
  • Chat to my daughter for a while. We giggle and laugh, this makes me feel good.
  • She starts again on the how long, she cries, we talk, I reassure.
  • I go around opening windows to blow away the cobwebs.
  • 9:45 am. How long mum, how long, we discuss what her besty might be doing too.
  • I wee then put the kettle on again, I’m feeling tired and achey.
  • I try a little writing again, but still it wont come.
  • I spend a few minutes just thinking.
  • 10:00 am. The knock i’ve been waiting for. I get half way down the stairs to the door before my daughter screams she wants to open it. I come back up and help her so that she can answer it.
  • I help the besty to put away her coat and shoes and I sit and chat for a moment asking how she is doing.
  • The girls are sent to her bedroom to play, I am sent to make drinks, I realise we have no juice, we’re a mainly water household. I grab Orange and mango fresh stuff from the fridge and hunt for a bottle to put them into. I take it too them.
  • Walking back I grab a little more dirty washing and look into the living room and see hubby is asleep on the couch, the entire couch, I remind myself I need a big tub so i can sort the clutter out.
  • I have to pee. I also have to remind myself to lock the door.
  • I put this song on to youtube, i’m feeling wishful.  https://plus.google.com/+karenhayward2015/posts/N94ksK5er7w
  • I clear the kitchen counter and put the washing up together.
  • I lean on the washing machine and hear the beeps that tell me I pressed a button, I randomly press them again hoping i’m getting it right, i’m probably not.
  • I’m called by my daughter too look for a toy kitten.
  • called again to look for her teddy whiner.
  • Again I am called to look for the kitten.
  • I find a kitten and give it to her, now she has lost the other one. I’m asked to look for that.
  • The girls want food, apples, cheese grapes and black currants, I have no black currants, they moan.
  • I make the girls food and clear the sides.
  • I realise my last coffee is cold and still full, so I tip it out and boil the kettle again.
  • I don’t get back to the kettle for  20 mins. I boil it again.
  • I read a few pages of Keats as I wait for the kettle to boil then grab some other books and put them away with the others.
  • I make coffee si it burn my lip and put it down on the heater, at least on the heater I have more chance of catching it still warm.
  • Wash load has finished. I think about where to put it to dry, it’s too rainy looking outside.
  • I decide to write again. I decide not too. I listen to the radio.
  • The girls want pizza, i have no pizza, they ask me five times.
  • They sulk!
  • They come back and ask if I can make a pizza. I tell them I will look if I have the ingrediants.
  • I go wee, again.
  • lol oh dear god it’s still only early!!
  • I’ve no longer got any idea of the time.
  • I start sweeping the kitchen floor, I have to stop about ten times to answer daughter calls.
  • Hubby pops his head in he is going to bed now.

 

That only brings us up to twelve O’clock!!! Dear God, how the hell am I meant to do this for the entire day!! Ok will do a seperate post for the next lot!

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