5:30 The Toddler wakes up. Ergo, I wake up. I wish this said 6:30. It does not.
6:00-7:30 Blind fumblings for the crib, dressing of self and others, COFFEE, breakfast, out the door.
7:45 The Toddler gleefully heads into daycare. I drive to work, enjoying the flat morning landscape of the Midwest, concocting in my head a dozen poetic ways of describing cornfields in various states of weather.
8:30-12:30 Work. Tutor college students in writing fundamentals and grammar that apparently no one teaches anymore. ("Wait, what's a predicate?"). Occasional lightbulb moments. Prod my Online Writing Lab toward productivity and away from apathy. Mostly fail.
Employ Write When Not Writing method to make notes about the project I'll tackle later. Eat homemade granola bar at 10:30 promptly, daily.
1:00 Pick up The Toddler, drive home, immediate naptime.
1:00-3:00 God willing, The Toddler naps and I write, shove something resembling lunch into my face, and keep writing. Sometimes coffee happens. Let's rephrase this one:
1:00-3:00 WRITE. WRITE FASTER.
3:00-5:00 Play with The Toddler, chase cats, make dinner, throw in a load of laundry, vacuum (do not vacuum chased cats), five thousand other things.
5:45 Clean up giant Toddler Dinner Mess.
6:00-7:00 Play, wind down, gaze longingly at open bottle of Shiraz on sideboard.
7:30-9:00 WRITE. WRITE FASTER. Also, pour a glass of that Shiraz. Occasionally view DVD with The Husband. Currently working through Homeland and Game of Thrones and horribly disappointed by Downton Abbey.