My first post!

I want to finish writing my book by the time I’m thirty, I want to read for twenty minutes every day, I want to keep up with my YouTube channel, I want to be consistent with my TikTok page, I want to put time into my business to one day be self-employed and successful, I want to exercise, I want to drink 2 litres of water every day, I want to take walks and now I want to start a blog. So, I guess here I am.

My day starts with me snoozing my multiple alarms that I set the night before. 7am, 7:05am, 7:10am, 7:15am, the list goes on, or should I say the time. I was so determined yesterday to wake up early so I could work on my business ideas, write and maybe read a little.
Anyway, it’s about 7:30am, maybe a little later, but I’m up.

I get dressed in my daily attire that I deem boring and uninteresting (a t-shirt and leggings), I really need to make more of an effort, I think to myself. I brush my teeth, wash my face, apply my favourite moisturiser and do my hair the same as every day.

By the time I’m done my youngest Aria is awake. I regret not waking up earlier because now I won’t get anything done. I wake up my fiancé from his slumber and let him know Aria’s up. He gets himself ready for the day after multiple nudges from me, a simple face wash, brush of his teeth and change of his clothes is his daily morning routine.

Once he’s ready we head downstairs and it’s nearing 8:40am, which means I’ll have to leave to take my eldest, Tyler, to school. I’ve still not gotten a thing done and my anxiety lingers.

After I take Tyler to school I’m home and my fiancé’s feeding Aria her morning bottle. It’s 8:50am and I start work at 9am. I tend to push it till 9:30am but this only means I’ll work later. I use what little time I have to try and send out emails and messages to find clients for my business. Maybe I write a little, if I have time. I also have my morning ritual porridge for breakfast.

It hits 9:30am and I’m logged onto my work computer starting work. My shitty, excuse my french, job that I’m stuck at until I find something else or until I have enough clients to be self-employed. The day either saunters on slowly or flies by quickly. I’ve had my lunch, something I hadn’t planned out when we went food shopping over the weekend, that’s a weekly occurrence for me. I didn’t take a proper lunch break, which I probably should have so I could have some time for me.

It’s probably around 5:30pm and I’m done with work. Now before you think I’d get a moment, it’s time to cook whatever’s on the menu for today. The good thing about my fiancé being currently unemployed is that he does all the prep for dinner and all I have to do is cook it, either in a pan on the stove or in the oven.

Dinner’s done, Tyler complained about what I made and asked why I always make the same things, and I’m happy I’ve stuck to my calorie deficit all day so far. I take my plate in the kitchen and feel overwhelmed by the mess from cooking. My job is to clean the dishes, my fiancé’s job is to dry and put them away.

It’s probably almost 7pm and I get a short time to relax. But not for long, it’s my turn to give Aria a bath, so once it hits 7pm I go and run her bath. I talk to her and play with her for a while before pulling her out and getting her dressed for bed. I call out to my fiancé downstairs to make her bedtime bottle. I kiss her goodnight and tell my fiancé I’ll see him in a bit and head downstairs.

It’s around 7:30pm and I can finally relax. That’s for about five minutes until Tyler somehow smells my inner peace and comes running down the stairs and talks constantly until my inner peace makes a run for it.

By now, my fiancé’s back downstairs, Aria’s asleep and it’s almost time for Tyler to go to bed. Finally! A house with no kids. I say goodnight to Tyler and give him a hug and kiss and close his bedroom door behind me.

It’s 8:40pm and finally, some peace and quiet. I sit on my phone until at least 9pm on TikTok feeling bad that I haven’t posted today. My fiancé politely asks when I want to get in the shower without trying to be pushy, but I know he just wants us to get in the shower so we can hangout and watch a movie after.

It’s 9:30pm or closer to 10pm and finally, I’m on the sofa, fresh and in my pj’s ready to watch a film having dessert. I would have loved to write for a bit or do something productive but I also just want to spend some time with my fiancé. I’m in two minds but since I have work tomorrow and we have to go to bed in an hour or so, I choose to spend the time with him.

It’s 11:30pm and I say we should head upstairs so we can get to bed, I don’t want to but I decide to make an adult decision so I’m not exhausted tomorrow, though I will be anyways. We brush our teeth, have our before-bed-pee and creep assassin like to avoid waking Aria up (if she wakes up, we’ll have to change and feed her, she’s a pain like that). And without getting anything done for myself aside from a little writing and client searching, my days over.

And this is exactly why I shouldn’t be starting a blog. But again, like I said, I guess here I am.