Obligatory Day-in-the-Life Post

In CategoryNavel Gazing
ByDeb

We have a weird lifestyle. Home schooling is weird, there’s no point in pretending otherwise. My husband works from home. This is also weird, but a huge blessing. He has an office in the basement, and every morning at 8 he heads down there to do mysterious computer geekery. Most days, he comes up and has lunch with the babies, and is pretty much always here for dinner. 

It’s nice in a lot of ways. No commute for one thing. When the Big was first born, Jim commuted 2 hours a day and barely got to see the baby. He also works a lot, sometimes in the middle of the night. So when he gets called for some stupid computer emergency at 3am (3am! People! Go! To! Bed! No one needs to be working, much less creating emergencies, at that hour) he doesn’t have to drive to an office in the snow, he can just go downstairs. Not to mention what a 100-mile-a-day commute was doing to us when gas was $4 a gallon. 

I often wonder what the neighbors think since they don’t see us leaving at 7:30am like they do. We must appear to have No Visible Source of Income. We lived across the street from someone like that once, but he was a drug dealer. Some of my friends are horrified at the amount of togetherness we have, but it works for us. 

My kids don’t know the meaning of sleeping in and they get up at the butt-crack of dawn every single day, even if it’s Saturday. So annoying. During the week, Jim gets up with the kids, herds them downstairs and chucks food down their beaks, while I hold on to every last second of sleep I can. He’s swell that way. I stagger down the stairs at 7:59 and he heads to his office in the basement for work. 

The kids play and harass me while I try to get some caffeine into my body, and depending on how nicely they are playing, we start school around 9. We work until around noon-ish and Jim comes up and has lunch with everyone while I take a shower or run to the grocery store or the library or hide in my closet and drink gin. Afternoons are pretty relaxed, they play or watch some PBS, while I cruise the internets and mediate arguments. That’s also the time for reading aloud, watching science videos, finishing up work we didn’t get done in the morning and me occasionally (very occasionally) shoveling out the kitchen. 

After work, Jim comes upstairs and we either begin the “did you have a plan for dinner?” “no, did you?” conversation; or the “remember, I have to work tonight” “what? why didn’t you tell me sooner!” conversation.