My friend Mary over at Contrary Mom is currently participating in “A Day in the Life of…” project. I’m finding it fascinating to see what other people are doing with their days. I thought about doing this, but my life is really boring and I’d fall asleep just blogging about the details. So instead, I’m going to blog about what I would like to be doing on a typical day. (We’ll assume, for this imaginary day, that funds are unlimited. Wouldn’t that be nice?)
9 a.m. I am gently brought to consciousness by the soft chime of a tibetan singing bowl.
9:15 a.m. I eat breakfast in bed. I’d like the raspberry coconut pancakes they serve at my favorite breakfast place in Monterey, CA. (First Awakenings; you need to eat there. You do.) I get to eat gluten without consequence in my imagination!
9:45 a.m. My personal yoga instructor guides me through a session that awakens and energizes me for the rest of the day.
11 a.m. I make notes on an idea for my next best-selling novel while I soak my feet and get a head, neck and scalp massage at Soakology. And I think I’ll try their Apple Pie Chai while I’m relaxing too.
12:30 p.m. My girlfriends and I meet up for lunch, eat some amazing food that I don’t have to cook and laugh so obnoxiously loud in our joi de vivre that other people glare at us in jealousy. Because we are enjoying ourselves that much. Truly.
2 p.m. I sit down and work on my novel in a quiet house.
4 p.m. I pick the kids up from the nanny and consult with our personal chef about what we’d like for dinner tonight.
4:30 p.m. I spend quality time with my family.
6 p.m. We eat our gourmet dinner and share about our day. No one interrupts anyone else or tries to talk over them. There is no yelling and the kids eat all their vegetables without complaint.
7 p.m. The live-in nanny bathes the kids and makes sure they’re ready for bed.
7:30 p.m. I sing lullabies and tuck in my kiddos. They fall asleep immediately and NEVER wake me up in the middle of the night.
8 p.m. Mike and I go and have some “alone time.” For 2 hours.
10 p.m. I’m so exhausted from all that alone time, that all I can do is lay in bed and read.
11 p.m. I fall asleep to the cracking sound of the fireplace and the summer nights track on my sound machine.