On October 18 2013, I published my first Day in the Life. That’s almost one year ago exactly. I love these types of posts, and I especially love when other bloggers take part in them. They’re so interesting. Even if that individual doesn’t do anything particularly interesting that day, their own take on, and how they relate to the world, is what makes it so intriguing.
I randomly chose one day last month to highlight here today. Below is a list of each event as it unfolded:
7:00 am. Get up. Take the dogs for a walk.
8:00 am. Get back, throw on clothes, pack the dogs up, and leave.
8:15 am. Drive into town.
9:00 am. Arrive at the Vet College and drop of Holly for her all-day appointment. When I get back into the vehicle, I call my mum and bawl my eyes out. I return a missed call from my contractor. I’m needed at our new home, which is out of town. I start making my way out there with Truman.
9:45 am. Arrive at our building site and start making decisions on lighting, electrical, appliances, fencing, decks, and anything else that my contractor needs an answer for.
10:15 am. Building inspector arrives. I introduce myself and then leave.
10:20 am. Drive down the street, and take Tru for a walk. I hang out on the dock for a bit while Tru plays in the water. It’s going to get up to 31°C that day, and it’s already a gorgeous morning.
11:00 a.m. Head back home.
11:45 am. Get back and start making breakfast for myself and Tru. We’re starving!
12:15 pm. Tru and I finish eating. I haven’t heard from the vet in regards to Holly, so to distract myself I clean the entire house and then get ready for work later that night.
1:45 pm. I get overly impatient, so I call the Vet College. Holly is ready to be picked up. I make the 30 minute drive into town and to the college for the second time that day.
2:15 pm. Grab Holly, load her up, and leave to go back home. We’re both so relieved to be with one another again.
2:45 pm. Get home, feed Holly, and take her outside for a stroll around the acreage. Once back inside, I begin to cook Geoff’s supper in addition to getting the dog’s meals together.
3:15 pm. I finally have about an hour to myself. I use that time to start a blog post and work on my store. I’m trying to keep busy, but am having a hard time concentrating.
4:15 pm. Make my final trip into town for my shift at the library. I forget to take supper.
5:00-9:00 pm. Work at the library. Later in the evening, I continue writing my blog post on my break. Working my other jobs while at work, it’s something that I’ve come to master over the past year.
9:00 pm. Finish my shift. I’m exhausted, but it’s time for the gym. First though, I have to make a quick stop at my store.
9:15 pm. Arrive at my store. Grab what I need, then head to the gym.
9:30 pm. Get to the gym and try to have a good workout.
10:15 pm. I’m too tired to do anymore. I get changed, and make the drive back home.
10:45 pm. Get home. Eat supper. Blog some more.
12:00 am. Bedtime. I’m dead.
Not everyday of my life looks like this. For the last few months however, they have followed a similar suit. I mostly wanted to write this because up until I stopped caring, I was getting tired of my in-laws and friends complaining that they don’t see my husband or I anymore. When we tried explaining that we were busy, their response was that “everyone is busy.” Yes, to an extent.
On this particular day my mom told me that she didn’t know how I kept it together. When she initially said that, I didn’t have a response. Now I do. I am able to keep it together because I have the support of my mom, my step-dad, my husband, my sister, my brother (via phone), and my competent contractors. If I didn’t, I know that I would have already fallen apart.
Whether it’s a photographic or written hourly journal of one’s day, the A Day in the Life posts offer such an intimate portrait of that particular blogger. I challenge my readers to do the same, and then to link their publication here, to HSB! Let’s start a movement! Or at least, another take on an already established series. ;-)))
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Emory
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I am a gym goer. I have been for twelve years. Going for a workout is the only part of my day that I get to be selfish. It is there that I can tune out the world and concentrate on bettering myself both physically and mentally. It never fails to bring me out of a bad mood, and always guarantees to enable a good sleep at the end of the day. It has always been one of my favourite pastimes.
I was recently told at 30 weeks that I had to stop going to the gym. For the last five years of our marriage, it has served as many date nights, a shared interest, a ton of humorous conversations, a mood lifter, and an overall constant routine in our lives. Now, it will remain a thing of the past and not-so-distant-future. 
These photos were taken to commemorate my last visit to the gym, at nearly 7 months into my pregnancy. In fact, it was at the gym where I had discovered that we were going to have a baby! I had taken a pregnancy test in the bathroom stall, not thinking at all that it would be positive. After seeing the results, I cried and cried, sent a picture to my husband, called my mum and sister, then had a workout. I will never forget that, and find it quite funny today. 
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