Journal: A Day in a Life
My morning ritual begins at 7:30 a.m. when I wake up, wash my face, apply fresh make-up, fix my hair, put my clothes on and let the dogs out. This is a weekday ritual that I have performed everyday, except Saturday and Sunday, for seventeen years. I know that it takes me exactly twenty minutes to get myself ready for work. At 7:50 a.m., I woke up my 4 year-old grandson and dressed him for Daycare, then I gave him his vitamins and fed him his breakfast, which consisted of an apple and apple juice. When he has finished eating, he goes to the restroom. At 8:20 a.m., I let the dogs back into the house and two minutes later my grandson and I walked outside, picked up the newspaper, and headed for Daycare. We arrived at 8:30 a.m. and after goodbyes, I leave the Daycare and stopped at the Shell station for gas. By 8:35 a.m. I was headed to work. Exactly 30 minutes later, at 9:05 a.m., I have arrived at work. From the time I walk in until 11:30 a.m. I worked on a spreadsheet presentation for a 3:00 p.m. meeting with a very important client. From 11:30 a.m. to 1:15 p.m., I had lunch with my sister and as usual we spent the entire time engaged in meaningless conversation. Then from 1:15 p.m. to 4:50, I completed the sprea
Perhaps my mother and sister have provided me with a catalyst, the inspiration to face the world with open eyes and an open heart, to find joy even in the dull routines of everyday life, such as dressing my grandson every morning. Through the years my work has become a surrogate family by providing the positive relationships and experiences needed to grow within my individual life and within society. From 8:30 p.m. until 9:00 p.m., I lay with him for 30 minutes every night, as he tosses and turn, talks and sometimes cries, because he hates going to bed. dsheet and prepared presentation folders. After 3:00 p.m., I answered emails and returned phone calls. I always try to leave the office everyday by 4:50 p.m. so I will beat some of the rush hour traffic, and today was no exception. I finally slipped out of his room at 9:00 p.m. and then called my mother and talked to her until 10:00 p.m.. Then from 10:00 p.m. to 11:00 p.m., I get on the computer and check my online courses and complete any projects that are due. From 11:00 p.m. until midnight is wind down time for me. This is when I watch television, read a book and play with the dogs. If I'm caught up on my projects then I can spend more time with the dogs. At midnight, I go to bed. My sister and I are totally different. She lives in a bubble world where everything is nice and perfect, at least from the outside. Our conversations are generally meaningless is because she does not like conflict, so I avoid anything that might create chaos or confusion. She believes herself to be religious because she attends a Baptist church is in the church choir, however, I only see a mask that she hides behind. Her husband had an affair a few years ago, but that was quickly resolved and everything went back to normal. I feel sad for her and fear one day her bubble will burst. I often think that maybe that is what happened to my mother, one day her bubble just popped and by that time she was simply too tired to rebuild it. We arrived home at 7:30 p.m. and I spend the next hour
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Approximate Word count = 1382
Approximate Pages = 6 (250 words per page double spaced)
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