A Day In My Life

Every once in awhile I think it’s kind of fun to write one of those “a day in my life” posts.

So because I have no other blog ideas floating around my head today, we’re going to go for it. Please remember that if you catch yourself thinking, wow her life is very glamorous, as you’re reading along, you are correct. My life is very schanzzy. In fact this post won’t even do it justice, I bet.

But I’m going to try my best to show you what a typical (unfiltered) day is like. Don’t get jealous.

For starters, I definitely get dressed and very “ready” every day. I most certainly don’t work in my pajamas until it’s absolutely necessary to put on pants. And I for sure put on a lot of nice makeup too. Why? Because my life is put together. You’ll see.

And as I sip my coffee in the morning I like to go sit on my patio and look at my beautiful view of Chicago and if someone happens to take my photo un-expectantly like you see above, well so be it.

My initial morning work begins in my “office.”

It’s a cozy little spot, right?

Like everyone who insists on having a desk in their house, I most definitely do all of my work right here. My morning work can include but is not limited to:

-Social Media Marketing for my Social Wolfe customers
-Blog Work (mostly responding to emails from people that start “Dear Sir or Madame”)
–nebrowse stuff
–Talk Herbie To Me stuff
-responding to animal shelters inquiring about getting this shirt for their fundraisers
-and then it’s blog time. (which is now) when I panic about having nothing to write

And yea. That’s pretty much my morning stuff. Perhaps it doesn’t always happen at my desk. 9 times out of 10 it might truly happen on the couch and it actually looks a little more like this. And by 9 times of 10, I mean 10 times out of 10.

Morning-Harlow is my favorite. He’s usually sleepy and cuddly until at least 10:00 a.m.

After I’ve knocked out a big chunk of work I go to pilates at 10. I’ve been doing this for almost three months now and I’m still surprised with myself.

It’s humorous for me to work out with all of the beautiful rich Lincoln Park moms who roll up in their black Range Rovers with a full face of makeup and ridiculously shiny hair. And then there’s me, rolling up on my Green Diamondback bike I got in 1996 looking like I just crawled out of a gutter, because I refuse to get ready before working out. One time as I was sitting on the curb tying my shoe with my empty coffee cup next to me I swear one of the moms was about to drop a dollar in it.

I think I need to devote an entire post to my pilates experience.

Moving right along.

When I get home at 11:00 a.m. Harlow is in Harlow mode and he greets me at the door with every toy he can find while also shouting “CAN WE GO NOW, CAN WE GO, NOW, PARK, GO. CAN WE.”

And so we head out on a walk, whether I want to or not. I have to run Harlow for at least 45 minutes or the rest of my morning will be hell. Hell means he’ll spend the next two hours whining and slapping me and throwing his gross rope toy in my face until I almost snap.

After the park, it’s back to work. More specifically, it’s t-shirt time.

I’ll spend the next hour or two printing labels, packing t-shirts, and responding to emails from people who want to know if I’ll make a shirt that says “DOGS” rather than just “DOG.”

Then it’s more social media work. More blog. More coffee. More dumb photos like this because dumb photos like this are a part of my life now. I’m still trying to accept it, I hope you do too.

And of course there’s always the things that happen in between like:

-watching baby reveal videos on Facebook
-googling Kendall Jenner
-scrolling Instagram and wondering whyyyyyyy is this a thing the entire time
-watching Tig Notaro standup clips
-debating whether or not to make nachos
-making nachos
-writing terrible jokes like “what’s the deal with a cervix anyway?”
-googling “what is contouring”
-more trips to the park with Harlow
-researching “how to start my own animal shelter”
-watching other blogger’s snapchats while being convinced my Harlow snaps are wayyyy more entertaining (@thedailytay duh)
-looking for Ralph Waldo Emerson quotes on the internet

And so on and so forth.

When the sun starts to set I make myself a drink and settle into my night work.

Night work is a lot more relaxed. Probably because I’m drinking. And usually includes writing for at least an hour and working on nebrowse for a couple of hours.

At some point in my day (usually when I hit a mental wall around 3:00 p.m.) I’ll open up my self help journal and start writing motivational things like “I can do anything. I AM doing anything. I create my future. I am in CHARGE of my destiny. I am great.” And then I walk around my house with my arms stretched in the air because I’ve heard that’s a “power position.”

Just your standard stuff, really.

And yea, that’s a pretty accurate recap of my day to day life I would say. Not a lot of social interaction as you can see… But every once in a while a telemarketer will call and I’ll keep them on the line for at least two hours.

On that note, it’s time for pilates.