~from Ami
Happy Fourth of July! Since it's back to business as usual tomorrow, I thought I'd outline a typical day for me, a writer, social worker, mom, and wife.

5:45 am: Alarm goes off. Hoping to write for 30 minutes but fall back unconscious. Was awake until midnight night before excited about a new short story idea.
6:15 am: Get up and lift weights with the hubby.
7:00 am: War paint is applied, hair is appropriately out of control. Nuke bowl of oatmeal and boil water for tea. While waiting for ding of microwave= water potted plants on the porch, fix lunch to schlep to work, take something out of freezer for dinner, and feed the dog. (I know, I know, the kid should feed the dog. But I'm afraid he'll forget for days on end, and the dog will slowly waste away...)
7:15: Eat breakfast.
7:30: Load car with: monstrous purse, hot tea, book to read, plastic file of marketing agenda to look over, short article am working on, snacks, and lunch.
7:35: Get in car.
7:36: Put on lipstick. Get back out of car and give dog some fresh water. Felt guilty that maybe his water wasn't very fresh. Leave for work.
7:37: Realize forgot to take anything out of freezer for dinner. Break out in hives. Decide we'll have pizza or sandwiches AGAIN and resist turning around.
8:05: Arrive five minutes late to work. While attempting to punch code into locked door of place of employment, invariably do one of the following: spill hot tea on self, drop loose paperwork onto parking lot, or squish lunchtime sandwich beyond all recognition.
8:10 am - 5:30 pm: Suffice it to say, since someone from work may inadvertently stumble onto this blog...I work steadily all day. I never surf the internet, read the book I brought, send off press releases, eat snacks at my desk, write chapter ten of a novel-in-progress, or generally goof off. I mean seldom ever.
6:00 pm: Arrive home. House in dissarray. Smells like burned Hot Pockets. Husband and son ask what's for dinner. Get mad and lock self in bathroom. Hubby comes in because lock doesn't work.
6:30 pm: Go for pizza.
7:00 pm: Shut self in combination office/tv room/messy room and start reworking chapter ten to the sound of really loud Dixie Chicks. Son comes in to ask if he can have $20 the Friday after next. Husband comes in to tell me he just heard funniest ever ad on radio. Tell family nicely I AM WORKING!
8:30 pm: Quit writing and walk one mile with hubby. Listen to dog scream-barking from the house for about 1/2 of said mile, because we didn't take him with us, because he tries to kill other dogs.
9:00 pm: Ask son if I can use the phone line, since he's been on the telephone from 10 am til now. Answer email, research things I'm afraid to look at on work computer, i.e. How long does it take to die from eating a peanut if you're allergic?
10:00 pm: Realize it's 10 pm and I still haven't decided how to kill my second victim. Sign off AOL and phone immediately rings. It's for my son.
10:15 pm: Take shower and lie in bed with turban on head reading as many chapters as possible of library book which was due ten days ago.
10:30 pm: Set alarm for 5:45 am.