Not so Strange Realism

Shar (that's me) is an ordinary girl, living an ordinary life. She wakes up each morning and squints through blurry eyes every morning at the alarm clock that sits on the bed side table. It usually reads 4:55 a.m. She lays backs and contemplates sleeping for just a few more minutes and then grudgingly swings her feet to the side of the bed, puts her glasses on, and shuffles to the restroom for a few minutes and then continues her shuffle up to the kitchen to take her thyroid meds (which she wishes would make her magically skinny). By then she is totally awake and starts her day with some spiritual stimulation (yes early morning scripture study). She pulls out her notebook, study book, and scriptures and absorbs herself into them deeply (well most of the time). After a 1/2 an hour she is wide awake and ready to exercise, which she does for 20 -30 minutes with a selected variety of exercises. Some mornings it is lifting weights, others doing the elliptical. By 6 a.m. it is off to the shower and to make herself look and smell better for the day. After a new coat of face paint, fresh clothes, and a great positive outlook for the day she goes and wakes her angels. Some mornings these precious boys get right up and ready themselves for the school day, but other mornings are a little more challenging and Shar has to ask them to get ready 4 or 5 times, and patience wears a little thin by the 3rd time. By 7 a.m. we eat a hearty breakfast. Usually something different every day. Our favorite being toast and yogurt or cottage cheese and pears. While kids eat Shar packs a lunch for both of her boys, ushers them to the bathroom for teeth brushing, face washing, and a little hair brushing. Sometimes we forget the hair brushing and face washing and it really shows. After scooting the kids to the car and rushing them off to school she returns home to clean, wash, or do something that seems to always keep her busy. Every week is different and there is always something going on.
When school is over the kids return home they grudgingly do homework and chores and then can play on a good day. Oh, we can't forget the piano practicing. It is then time to make dinner and prepare for the hubby to come home and do our nightly routine.
It may seem like an ordinary dull life, but it is my life and I LOVE it. Each day is a new adventure, each day has its own surprises (some good, some bad), each day is fulfilling.

(Sorry I just watched "Stranger than Fiction" -- my life may never make it in a book, but all and all it is a fun and interesting life to me)