A Day in the Life

Here’s a quick trip into a day of my life, now that I’m in Denver and at my fantastic new job!

6/7:00 a.m.: depending on whether or not I need to shower, my alarm rings annoyingly.

7:01 a.m.: Eric’s alarm goes off, always managing to terrify me with it’s blast of rock music.

7:10 a.m.: I make myself get out of bed.

7:10-7:50 a.m.: Get ready. The majority of this time is spent perusing the closet and attempting to make my hair not look like a couple of cats have been wrestling in it.

8:00 a.m.: I’m sitting outside our nearby Target, waiting for it to open.

8:02 a.m.: I leave Target, with a piping hot, foamy PUMPKIN SPICE LATTE in my hand (I am addicted, a habit I’ll need to break soon if I ever want to have any money).

8:05-8:45 a.m.: Fighting traffic, gulping my coffee, inhaling a granola bar, blaring music, screeching along.

9:00 a.m.: Waiting in the office with my two fabulous co-workers, Dianna and Tina, for our equally awesome boss, Andy, to show up. (So far, we all get along great. We may still be in the “let’s-be-polite” phase, but I choose to be optimistic!)

9:30-10:00 a.m.: Andy arrives, we meet and begin planning.

10:00 am.-12:00 p.m.: Planning! Lots of time spent emailing and calling colleges and the like to arrange field trips for our kids. We’re also planning a Haunted House trip, a tour of a candy factory (for the Work Force contingent: we have Work Force, Pre-Collegiate–mine!–and Service projects throughout the year, along with fun trips). We design monthly calendars and make quarterly reports.

12:00 p.m.-1:00 p.m.: Lunch! Usually consists of me begging Dianna for samples of her homemade Mexican food, and sometimes we run errands.

1:00 p.m.-3:00 p.m.: This week, more planning, but now that I have my case load (i.e. the kids I will have to check on, as in visit their schools, talk to their teachers and families, and make sure they are behaving/passing in school) we’ll be in the schools a lot more!

3:00 pm.: After school program begins! Meaning, I get inundated with wild 12-year-old boys trying to test every boundary I–and the computer’s blocks–will give them. They may be starting to like me–they even listen sometimes. Often I send them away from the Computer Room (my domain) into the Homework Room after interrogation about whether they do have homework or not. It’s an adventure.

4:30 p.m.: Learning hour ends and free time begins–soon we will have daily enrichment activities which will include yoga, crafts, games, field trips, and various clubs (cooking, book, trivia, math, etc). Free time is even more chaotic, and I constantly am shepherding riled-up kids in and out of various rooms.

5:30-6:00 p.m.: Kids head home, and since many live on our site (the Opportunity Center is part of a public housing project) we have to usher them home, diffuse fights, convince them not to attempt to make a flamethrower from a can of Raid and a lighter (this has only happened once, thankfully, and was luckily unsuccessful or my hair would be much shorter).

6:00-6:45 p.m.: I head home, navigating even more terrible traffic than in the morning, but without a Pumpkin Spice Latte for comfort.

6:50 p.m-10:00 p.m.: I lay in my papasan chair, figure out dinner with my boy, and fight to keep awake. I usually last until ten, and then it’s lights out in my brain!

Whew. There’s a day, so far! Hopefully I’ll be adding a workout to this soon, and some writing time, and perhaps more of a social life. This Tuesday is my foundation’s annual giant fundraiser–and my baby sister’s 21st birthday!–so that will definitely add more excitement!

Not that I don’t have enough to handle, already. 🙂

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