“How do you squeeze everything into your day?” I get asked this question a lot. It sort of makes me feel bad because I feel like maybe I should try to do less. But to be frank, we all have 24 hours in our day and it’s just a matter of what we choose to do. Some days I’m running non-stop and other days I’m lounging on the sofa and eating popcorn in my pj’s all day. I don’t seem to have a happy medium.
I figure sharing the popcorn days wouldn’t be as interesting but since I get asked, I thought I’d share. So, here is a 24 hour glimpse into my day. Being a realtor and a novelist there’s no such thing as a typical day ever, but this is as ‘typical’ as a busy day gets.
Alarm rings. I hit snooze and sit there for 15 minutes trying to calculate how much sleep I can get before I absolutely have to get up to get everything done. My conclusion is 15 minutes so I drag myself out of bed since I just wasted it trying to figure out how much time I’d have. Make coffee and force myself to eat half a banana. I already have a pounding headache and don’t want to take anything on an empty stomach.
45 minutes later the ibuprofen and coffee has sort of kicked in but I’ve lost my shower and blow dry time and have virtually no time left to get ready. 6am I decide to flat iron my hair. Yay for the Chi! It works fast and makes me look done.
Larry and I are frantically scrambling to get Jackson’s lunch packed, snacks together, and of course – remembering last minute the costume Jackson needed for his play at 9am and trying to figure out how to make a Civil War soldier costume and be out the door by 6:45
We hustle out the door. I managed to stick some white labels on Jackson’s long sleeve blue shirt and find a pair of Gray cargo pants. Civil war enough. I throw it in the bag and feel completely guilty because I’m sure there will be some pretty awesome costumes that supermoms went Pinterest crazy now. I’m happy I have a son who is indifferent and will just be happy that he has a ‘costume’.
Realize in our frantic packing of lunch, costume, and everything else needed for the day that I forgot to get breakfast for my kid. “Jackson, did you have breakfast?” “No.” Enter pouty face.
A quick trip to the grocery store for a donut gives me an excuse for Starbucks. I’m still fighting my headache. Cue guilty feeling for buying a donut and loading my kid up with sugar first thing in the morning. It’s also at this time at the grocery store that I realize Jackson still has bed head. “Did you brush your teeth?” “Yes.” Well at least there’s that. Messy hair is in, isn’t it?
Drop Jackson off at school. He’s laughing and cracking jokes. I take a moment to pause, tell him how much I love him, how proud I am of him, and tell him how handsome he is. We take a selfie and I head to the office.
Make it to the office. I have 1 hour and 20 minutes to put together a proposal, flyers, and get some paperwork turned in.
I’m done with 5 minutes to spare and manage a bathroom break before heading back to school for Jackson’s play
I’m driving around in circles looking for parking because everyone, of course, arrived early and is already there.
I get to the play in the nick of time. As I’m walking in so are the kids. I sneak in a hug and tell Jackson to break a leg in which he gives me a puzzled look and asks why I want him to do that.
Leaving the play. It was a success. Jackson knew all his lines and said them loudly and proudly. I’m in a good mood.
Run home real quick to let the dogs out, check on Dax, our cockatiel, and have a piece of toast with peanut.
Drive to east Mesa for a showing.
I’m hopelessly lost. It’s a new development and Google has not caught up with all the new streets. I call my husband and between the two of us I finally find the builder.
Meet my client 15 minutes later than I was scheduled to. She’s already started talking to the builder who’s trying to tell her to work with someone else. I’m instantly in a bad mood.
We’re finished with the appointment. She asks if I want to see her home to possibly list it. Of course I’m not going to turn her down or a listing appointment.
Fastest listing appointment in history. Fortunately she knows me so understands that I have to go pick up my son. I get what I need and since I did my homework earlier I was prepared for the unexpected.
I’m almost out of gas. It’s a 45 minute drive to pick up Jackson if there’s no traffic. I put in $5 gas and hope for the best.
I get to Jackson’s school just in time. I’m walking up to the school as he’s walking out the door.
I pick up Larry and we head home. I have 25 minutes to put tags onto 24 champagne bottles for an event we’re hosting with the parents and kids from Jackson’s class to network and let them know about our real estate. It’s a party for the kids so we’re killing 2 birds with one ston.
Get to the event that’s scheduled from 5-7pm. Get nervous that no one will show.
The event turned out exactly as we had hoped. I drop a very tired Jackson and Larry off at the house.
I make it to the Pointe Hilton Squaw Peak for a ghost hunt at the hotel to help promote our big event in March called Sci Par Con.
We’re wrapped up and I’m finally heading home. This was a long one and I have to be up at 8am for another showing. I’m starving, exhausted, and brain dead. I eat a banana and a piece of cheese, take a long hot shower and crawl into bed. Jackson is asleep in our bed and Larry’s watching tv. I have a minute to say hi to him before turning in for the night. Seeing Jackson peacefully sleeping makes my night.
I’m asleep before my head hits the pillow.