Last year I was in college, I had my own apartment, I’dwake up, decide if i wanted to go to class, get a bagel and study by myself, sometimes my friends would come over and sometimes we’d drink but that was about it.
After I moved back in with my parents here’s how a day goes.
I wake up around 7:30 every morning.
My nephew and baby brother are usually up, my moms getting ready for work and I’m trying to wake up.
Most days I cook a big breakfast, eggs, sausage, bacon pancakes, and hashbrowns. Some days we have oatmeal, eggs and toast. Every morning my mom has cereal and if I don’t wake up early we all eat cereal.
My little men get in the tub around 9:00, my baby brother has preschool and I have to get him to his bus by 9:30 except Mondays I drop him off.
My nephew and I watch cartoons, color, bake something, or play with our dogs until noon.
My mom comes home for lunch and I’ll make something like macaroni and cheese, tuna sandwiches, burgers or chicken patties. She leaves around 12:45 and my dad wakes up or comes home from wherever he goes.
1:30 comes and my nephew is ready for his nap, I lay him in his crib and I play Grand Theft Auto until 2:45 when my brothers bus shows up or later if one of my parents decide to pick him up.
We color, play outside if it’s warm, build with their Legos, watch movies, read books or go for a ride to see our grandparents sometimes well ride our horses or feed our cows.
About 4:30 my moms home and I’m cooking dinner, my dads watching TV and my boys are downstairs playing if not upstairs playing. My mom and I talk, we eat and they leave around 7:00 to go shopping, gambling to a movie, I don’t really ask.
Once in awhile my boys take a bath before bed, it helps them sleep. We brush our teeth, finish washing dishes and pick up their toys. They pick up a book, I read to them and if I’m lucky enough they’ll go to sleep if not they usually make me lay there until they do.
How I love laying there though, the smell of toothpaste and baby lotion, their steady breathing as their small chests rise and fall gently. I twirl my fingers in their hair, rub ones back and sometimes sing.
After they fall asleep, I make sure everything’s ready for the next day, everything’s put away and all dangerous things are put out of reach. I let our dogs in, we go to my room, lay down and I’ll read. Sometimes I mess off on the internet and sometimes I’ll draw. Some nights I lay there and cry thinking of what could’ve been, asking where I went wrong, planning my next motives and dreams. Then I fall asleep.
And that’s my day. Everyday. Every week. Sometimes it’s exciting, most days it’s not. But these will be the memories that’ll stick with me and I’m enjoying this break, taking it day by day. That’s all I could ask for. ♥️