The other day, my day off looked like this:
6:00 a.m. – Woke up to Penny (my youngest daughter) crying, attempt to feed her breakfast.
7:00 a.m. – Penny still not happy, two poopy diapers changed.
8:00 a.m. – Sophie (my older daughter) wakes up, breakfast is made.
9:00 a.m. – Bekah (my wife) wakes up, breakfast is made again.
10:00 a.m. – Took Sophie to the Library, read to her and brought home 10 books.
Noon – Fed Sophie lunch. Bekah already put Penny down for a nap.
1:00 p.m. – Sophie down for a nap. Foot rub for Bekah commences.
2:00 p.m. – Penny wakes up; playtime is here. Poopy diaper changed.
3:00 p.m. – Sophie wakes up. We head to a pumpkin patch to play.
6:00 p.m. – Home from the pumpkin patch. Rode ponies, fed bunnies, played in sand, it’s supper time.
7:00 p.m. – I took Sophie to Awana at church (brought Penny along to get out of the house and give Bekah some personal time).
8:00 p.m. – The three of us return, bath time commences.
9:00 p.m. – Bed time stories and lots of kisses passed out.
10:00 p.m. – Bekah craves eggs over-easy (being pregnant does that I hear). I make some wicked eggs over easy. With toast.
11:00 p.m. – Time to sleep and rest for tomorrow’s workday.
Does your day off meet your needs, or those of your family?
Ronald / @ronald_long