February 3, 2012...6:00 a.m.
Fall outta bed and make my way into office. Power up the computer and stumble into kitchen to make coffee.
While waiting on said coffee, click on TV to double check if the earth is still spinning and what the weatherman is predicting so I can dress accordingly...socks or bare feet.
Stumble back into kitchen to administer the first of 3 cups of coffee, then head on back to the office for just a few minutes of computer time.
February 3, 2012...8:30 a.m.
Try to get up from office chair, but find my butt and legs have gone numb. Scribble a note to remind me to google this later and find what might be causing this...hoping it's not old age.
Hmmm...find myself wondering on how earth I got that second cup of coffee in my hand...and is it somehow tied to the whole numb-butt phenom.
Start household chores by picking up Cat Daddy's dirty socks from where they hit the floor...smiling to myself at this...just one of his lovely daily reminders of how much he needs me.
Fill sink with hot sudsy water to
cram soak dirty dishes in from the night before then off to make the bed.
Do a multi-task walk through picking up cr@p while straightening at the same time. Place vacuum cleaner in the middle of the room in case I decide the floors need a swipe.
Start to kitchen to wash dishes, but remember I need to check e-mails first.
February 3, 2012...10:00 a.m.
Stiffly, get out of office chair and run some hot water into the sinkful of dirty dishes that somehow got cold.
Put on rubber gloves and haz-mat suit to clean bathroom. Clean the three sides of the bathtub that show, wipe down the faucets (gleam says clean) and disinfect the toilet seat for that oh-so-fresh feeling.
Look at vacuum cleaner sitting in the middle of the floor and think to myself...is it really dirty.
Fix a little breakfast of Pop Tarts and sit down at desk to eat while checking out new blog posts. I can't afford to lose any time on trivial activities...like adding another dirty dish to the overflowing sinkful I got on stand-by.
February 3, 2012...11:30 a.m.
Struggle outta office chair and limp into kitchen to find drops for watery eyes. Funny...I don't remember Evan mentioning in his morning forecast a heavy pollen count. Numb butt, loss of memory, watery eyes...must remember to look this up on WebMD.
Add more hot water and Dawn to sink, but make the executive decision to go ahead, bite the bullet, and wash them to avoid a monster water bill next month.
Look at vacuum cleaner for the third time and have a light bulb moment... floors are clean enough.
My tummy is rumbling, reminding me it's almost lunch time...and I'm still in my pajamas.
February 3, 2012...12:15 p.m.
Fix a burrito (on a paper towel) for lunch, grab a coke outta the fridge, and using my time management skills, make a quick stop at the computer to visit Facebook.
February 3, 2012...1:30 p.m.
Decide to put on street clothes just in case Cat Daddy comes home early and give my hair a lick and a promise.
House smells a bit stale, but can't find my new fig scent candles to light. Searching for them is eating up my precious time, so instead throw a load of whites in the laundry, being sure to add fabric softener. Nothing like a little Downey to add a nice fresh scent to the house.
February 3, 2012...2:00 p.m.
Doing all that laundry has me too pooped to pop. Grab a snack sized Butterfinger and plop down at computer to re-charge for the next round of household chores.
While waiting for energy level to return to normal, get busy doing some real work...reorganizing my Pinterest boards.
February 3, 2012...3:30 p.m.
Jump outta my office chair, hobble into kitchen to run some water and Pine Sol into sink, having recently discovered it gives the house that "just cleaned" smell...without actually having to clean it.
Clean the glass storm door and hope I don't have any birds crashing into it...again.
February 3, 2012...4:00 p.m.
Realize I haven't done a post on my blog in over a week. Start post, but have to hit "Save" as Cat Daddy's truck pulls into drive.
Hurriedly shut down all tabs, lurch into the kitchen to throw water on my face to resemble beads of sweat, and notice my britches are on...inside out.
Throw wet towels in dryer and almost hang myself trying to get the last wash cloth outta the washer.
February 3, 2012...4:30 p.m.
Greet Cat Daddy with a weary, but loving smile from my day's exhausting work, sit and listen to his telling of his day...and try not to yawn.
Watch jealously as Cat Daddy sits in my chair at the computer to check out auctions and estate sales.
Start dinner while discreetly shooting him the stank eye.
Go ahead and put away vacuum cleaner for another day. He never even noticed it sitting there.
February 3, 2012...5:00 p.m.
Take a much needed sit-a-spell while supper's simmering to watch In The Heat Of The Night reruns.
Fold semi-dry towels while Mr. Tibbs solves the crime du jour.
February 3, 2012...6:00 p.m.
Sit down at separate TV trays with Cat Daddy and dine in the romantic flicker of The Big Bang Theory reruns. Laugh together at the same hilarious lines...over and over.
Make plans with Cat Daddy for the coming weekend to work around the house. Make silent note to self...that'll be the day.
February 3, 2012...7:30 p.m.
Wait patiently as C.D. takes his bath and gets ready for bed.
Listen for heavy snoring and sneak into office for just a short visit to blogs.
February 3, 2012...11:59 p.m.
Check the time and ponder where the time went, while thinking to myself...didn't I just do all this yesterday...and the day before...and the day before that?
Glancing down at the screen, I notice the date on Yahoo shows February 2nd...wha-a-a?
Jump to my feet with the realization...
I'm trapped in Groundhog Day!
Somebody quick...save me!
Change my date and time stamp if necessary...pull my plug...put me in a DeLorean...whatever it takes! Otherwise y'all...I'm trapped in this loop until further notice and...
if you gotta shoot, aim high. I don't want to hit the groundhog!