A Day in the Life of
Arianna Hart

Stealing unashamedly from my friend Tanya Starratt I give you a day in the glamorous life of a new author. . . Hold on to your seats everyone, you never know what could happen. . .

7:00 a.m. The alarm goes off, just five more minutes, the clock is fast, I know it is.

7:18 a.m. Oh my God! I hit snooze twice! Quick wake up daughter number one and get myself through the shower!


7:55 a.m. Eldest daughter on bus, time to get daughter number two ready for pre-school.


8:30 a.m. Kiss hubby good-bye, buckle the two girls into their car seats and we're out of here. How about that, on time and everything. So my hair is in a ponytail and my shirt is slightly wrinkled, at least I'm dressed!


8:55 a.m. Promise daughter number two a surprise if she will go into class without giving me a hard time today. Yes, I'm a bad mommy. I'll looking for peace, I could care less about winning Parent of the Year right now.


9:00 - 12:00 Run far too many errands with a two year old in tow. Sheesh, some people. What? Haven't you ever seen a two year old throw a temper tantrum in the middle of a grocery store before? Feed baby a quick lunch and pick up middle daughter at pre-school.


12:30 Baby is down for a nap, middle daughter is fed and watching a movie. God bless Walt Disney. Now it's time for some writing!


12:45 Working on some promotion, checking email and forcing myself to shut off my instant messangers. I need a twelve-step program . . .


1:00-2:30 In between requests for snacks, phone calls, mail deliveries, requests from the dog to be in, out, in, out I manage to get a chapter edited and ten pages written. Just in time as the student I tutor will be here in like ten minutes and the house looks like a bomb went off.


2:45-3:45 Tutor algebra, love the kid, hate the subject. In the middle must get baby up from nap, get daughter number one off bus, and get snacks for all three. Tutoree doesn't seem to mind the interruptions all the much. She hates math too.

4:30 Good heaven's! Where did the time go? Run around the house picking up like crazy, start browning some meat for dinner for the fam, and change for work. Fire off a few emails while I wait for the sitter, feed the dog and whip up the chili. Call husband in the car on the way to work and fill him in.

5:30-8:30 Teaching, teaching, teaching. Running, running, running.

9:00 Call hubby on way home from work, would you please turn on my computer for me so it's ready when I get home? Check on kids, they're asleep! Score! Kiss hubby and log on for a chat. Whew, made it.

10:30 Can barely keep my eyes open, must go to sleep. Oh, but there is one more site I want to check out. . .

11:00 Hubby threatens to wreck computer if I don't shut it off and go to bed. The alarm will be going off before I know it. . .

 

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