A Day in the Life: Early Morning

Or, “What do you do all day?”

I’ve had a few conversations with friends, where this question has come up. Usually, it is from me, because I’m honestly curious about what my stay-at-home peers do all day, especially the ones who no longer have babies to tend to. Oddly enough, the question brings about laughter and perhaps a touch of offense, as if merely asking the question is somehow degrading. No one as of yet really has told me what they do (and then I just end up wondering why; curiosity sure can be a curse).

So, I asked myself the question as a prompt. And the first thought that popped in my head was, “Some days, I don’t even know…” Somehow, I rise from bed in the morning, I blink, and then I’m pulling down the covers to get back into it. Rinse and repeat.

Now that I’m menopausal (I think, but at my age, 54, that road at times feels like it’s never going to reach its destination), and that five of my nine children are now adults, I have a much slower pace. Not on purpose, but probably more …