Viv's back in therapy. With the help of her therapist, she's "attacking why she feels swamped all the time." So her therapist has asked her to write down how her typical day unfolds. Viv was also asked to write how a particular activity she does makes her feel. We did it together. I replicate mine here.
How I feel is in parenthesis.
7:00 A.M.: Alarm goes off. I wake up to Lenny Kravitz's "American Woman." (This song makes me feel so energized.)
7:15: I load my disc player with Black Eyed Peas, Nina Simone, Billie Holliday, etc. (I need music in the morning. It helps me feel alive. I dance in my underwear a lot.)
7:30: Head to the bathroom. I time-budget a shower. This is where I don the World's Ugliest Shower Cap. It's so ugly that I hide it when company comes over. Exfoliate.
7:50: Dry off. I slather on some delicious-smelling body butter; this month it's been black currant body butter from Bath & Body Works. (I stock up on moisturizer, after I had to use melted butter with drops of lavender essential oil as a moisturizer. I was going on a date and it was too late to go to the store, so I had to improvise. What a woman will do to stay moisturized.)
8:05: I grab a yogurt from the fridge, a bottle of Evian, and a piece of fruit. (I blog during my breakfast sometimes. Not recently, though.)
8:15: Brush teeth, run ceramic iron through hair, apply day-light friendly makeup, and watch the news for the traffic reports.
8:30: Put on work clothes, accessorize, and head out the door. (I usually grab a breakfast bar to give to my doorman.)
9:30: Arrive at work. Make the rounds; hear the latest gossip from the office's Hedda Hopper "Paula." Paula knows everything, except about my little situation. I think. I hope.
10:00: Confer with local clients by email and phone. I then check on my national team, to see how we're coming along on Project X.
10:15: Meeting usually called so the Head Honchos can brag about their Hinsdale homes and the Big Client that dined at their non-mortgaged homes. I guess we're supposed to be inspired to one day own Hinsdale homes. We just want to get out of the conference room.
Noon: Lunch or sex games in His office. Or therapy, as of late.
1:00: Return from lunch to pure chaos. Big Client from the East Coast is leaving for real this time. SOMETHING MUST BE DONE! Nothing is.
3:00: My time -- I listen to music through my headphones, blog, call my sister. I also write my weekly To-Do lists. Masturbate.
4:00: Back to work. New Bits & Pieces assigned to me from other teams. Stupid stuff, really. More local client work.
5:30: Work day over. (But thanks to major changes, I've been leaving work at 8:30 lately.)
7:00: Home. I try to score dinner, which can range from a grilled chicken dinner from Healthy Choice or a full course meal of soup, salad, falafel, and lamb pitas. I like those dinners.
8:00: My social time. I call Jan, Viv, and Diana and find out about their day. Sometimes I'll do dinner with them.
11:00: I'm ready for bed. I take a complete shower, wash my hair, groom my pits, de-hair my legs, and exfoliate. I go to bed smelling like strawberries and shampoo. I'll blog if I'm thinking too much or need to get something out of my head.
Midnight: I'm dreaming.
So that's a typical day during the week. The weekend, however, is another story.