Typical Mikala Cherry day:
The cringeworthy alarm goes off exactly at 0500. I drag the Bo out of her bed because she is physically too lazy to do so herself. I grab my one pair of work jeans (the last pair had a major blow out in the worst place) and realize I again forgot to wash them, along with all the towels. That might not end well come shower time. Oh well.
When it comes to breakfast, I follow in my father's footsteps: whole grain toast with chia seeds, scalding hot black coffee, and Jesus time.
Every day I ask Jesus to help me conquer the day and make it the best I possibly can; that He use me to the fullest. And to help me not pass out at work- either from the 103 degree weather or pure exhaustion.
I like my 2 minute commute to work; compared to my old 1 hour commute, its not too shabby.
Currently, I'm the rough mower at work. Now if any of y'all have been to New Mexico, you know its dirt/sand. We have little grass... but its not really where I'm mowing. When I jump off of my mower at the end of the day, I resemble Pig Pen from Peanuts; a haze of dust surrounding me.
But it pays; both in money and the great outdoors. And a beautiful farmers tan. I have brown knees from the holes in my jeans (I really need new pants).
I have a lot of time to think... which is actually why I'm writing this blog. I told myself I should. To benefit myself and you pretty people. Which idk if this will benefit you at all. It most likely is just wasting your time. BUT a good way to waste time.
When I get sick of just thinking, I listen to music. And lately its been either Disney soundtracks or good old 70's rock. I hope my mower motor is loud enough to cover up my voice cause I tend to sing along.
Moving on. I jump in my car to go home and its 5 million degrees hotter in there than it is outside. Problem is, I'm extremely covered in dust so when I roll down the windows, it just kinda whirlwinds around the car suffocating/blinding me. So I suffer (Yes in my 2 minute commute).
I come home to super happy Obez, who HAS to grab a blanket before he can even think about saying hi to me. Boba tries to nibble my fingers as I try to untie my shoes.
I kiss the Jonathan hello and he says my face is dirty. Same old same.
After trying to wash all the dust off (which I usually can never get it all out of my ears or nose) I sit down to my meal prepped lunch and Gilmore Girls. This is my second time thru the series. It never gets old.
Jonathan is on swings right now, so he leaves pretty shortly after I get home. Its a bummer but hey its life.
Usually during this time, I try to pick up this crazily messed up house. Between two puppies, a husband, and that New Mexican dirt, the house stays at a steady state of somewhere between spotless and pig sty. Jkjk.. but really. How do 2 people go thru so many dishes in 1 day?? I think its some sort of record. That and clothes. Its impossible to keep up with laundry. I also have a nasty habit of taking the load out of the dryer and leaving it in the basket, in the laundry room. Just can't get that last step to click in my brain.
Dinner. Im usually a great chef. I really enjoy cooking.. but when your house is already at 76 degrees (even our AC can't handle the heat) and you have a time limit so your husband can get back to work- it's not pretty.
Case in point, last week I made a cauliflower crust pizza.... let's just say there was cauliflower in every crevice of my kitchen. That stuff goes everywhere.
After dinner and another send off of the husband, begins the greatest struggle of the day. Trying to stay awake until 10, which is when I head off to the gym to get me some gainz. With the help of preworkout, I usually manage. It aint pretty and I usually grumble as to why I'm even doing this. But once I get to the gym, it pays off.
Nothing like sweating off the stress of the day. And it usually helps that I have protein in the car waiting for me at the end. Protein= sweet sweet joy. Nuff said. Call me a freak, but I enjoy eating clean and lifting heavy. Well... heavy for me. I always feel so proud when I shoulder press with 20s... and then some bulk dude sits down beside me and presses 65s. Show off.
Last stage...light at the end of the tunnel. I pick up Jonathan from work and head home. Corny, but he still makes my heart buzz when I see him walking out of work. I love that man with everything I am. No matter how exhausted/frustrated I am (cause those tend to go hand in hand), he makes me feel loved.
And so, final stage of my day, I fall into bed. Laughing... its usually after midnight and my bed always feels 100% amazing.
I thank God for letting me succeed at conquering the day, hug my sleepy pups, and kiss my sweet husband goodnight. Head hits the pillow, eyes slam shut, and I'm down for the count.
Then the cringeworthy alarm goes off again and I grab my work jeans.... that I forgot to wash again. "Dear Lord help me to remember to go get some new ones... or even to remember laundry. That might be good. Thanks...Lets conquer today."
Welp. That is a typical day.
I do have to apologize for not blogging in so long... as you can see my life is hectic. I'm learning to take time tho..I don't want my life to pass me up. Like last night, Jonathan and I went into town to eat delicious froyo and then we continued to catch Pokemon. It's good to take time and enjoy life.
Right now, I have dishes that need to be loaded, laundry piling high (of course), and the floors need to be rid of the never ending dust, but I wanted to stop and write a blog. For myself, like I said before. Even tho it was just a run down of what I do on the daily.. it still made me stop and relax with a good cup of joe.
But now that time must come to an end. Gotta conquer this day yah know...
