Welcome to the first installment of the Daily Diaries, where I will recount my day in excruciating detail that no one asked for!

As I get older, Sundays have quickly become my favorite day of the week. I used to dread the final weekend day, hoping a new week of school work and stress would never come. I can’t remember when this started to change, but Sundays have become a reset day for me. They feel like a new start, a way to welcome the week. Maybe my love of Sundays began when I discovered my love for the NFL. After all, Football Sundays are always the highlight of the week. But even in the off-season, my love of Sundays has continued. So it felt right to start my first Daily Diary off on my most favorite day of the week. Welcome to it!

Today started off like any good Sunday should, waking up to the sound of a rainstorm out of my open window. I was debating reading some of ACOWAR, but the one downside of those books is how big they are, and frankly, not conducive to reading laying down. So instead of making progress on the 600+ page book I need to finish before I leave on my summer travels in two weeks…I rotted in bed for two hours, which was honestly, very much needed after my sleepover at school. A 24 hour workday with 19 seven year olds will do that to you.

After finally managing to pull myself out of bed, I got to the Sunday routine: comfy outfit then getting to the to-do list. This week’s was thankfully small, but included one thing out of the norm, getting a package pickup from an automated pickup area. Not only do I not know how it works, but I also don’t know where in the massive mall it is. If you know me you know this combo makes this a very daunting task, but manageable.

I drove to the mall and had to part on the third floor of the parking garage because it was so packed. Again, not off to a good start. I thought the package pickup was in the grocery store area, so I headed there first to get that out of the way. I wander in there for awhile to no avail, so I had to Google where it was. Turns out, it was back in the parking garage, but on the first floor. Great…At least I can start getting some steps in now that I’m supposed to be competing with some friends on StepUp. I head back to the parking garage and find the package pickup. I go in to type what I think is the pin number and am not able to input the whole thing in. I proceeded to spend the next 7ish minutes trying to figure out how to get this package, scouring my email and the pickup website to no avail. There was a contact number, but calling someone sounded like the worst possible solution, so I decided to go to the coffeeshop I was planning to sit at and read after getting the package anyway.

Admitting temporary defeat, I started walking back to the coffeeshop and decided to look up where to find this elusive pin number, because I was indeed, that desperate. It took me all of 30 seconds to find the solution and it was in the most obvious place…the text message the package company sent me. No shit! Of course, I was on the escalator when I found this information, so I had to make the most embarrassing move known to human history: going up the escalator and then having to immediately go back down. I get back to the package area with the actual pin number and get my package in under 30 seconds. Imagine how easy it can be when you have the right information?? I left that package area victorious, truly on top of the world.

Now I was finally able to begin my favorite part of my Sunday routine: coffee and reading time. I walked to my favorite coffeeshop, where I am, of course, a regular, get my coffee and chocolate croissant and get settled into my comfy chair. After all of the drama with the package, I decided to open it and check it out. What was in the package, you ask? The end-of-year gifts for my class and they were better than I could’ve ever imagined.

I mean…what 7 year old wouldn’t like this gift? Hopefully none that are in my class. Temu really came through, that’s for sure. Having finally confirmed that I am, indeed, the best gift-giver, I was able to drink my coffee and read my book with peace of mind. I sat in the cafe for a couple hours, getting through a couple chapters of my book and thoroughly enjoying my cinnamon bun latte and chocolate croissant.

No doubt overstaying my welcome, I headed back home feeling sufficiently caffeinated and accomplished. I, supposedly, have a FaceTime call scheduled with some of my friends from home later to finally give one of them the present we got her for her birthday, over a week ago. Making time to talk/hang out with friends as an adult is difficult enough…try having to accommodate three time zones, one of them being in Europe. Fingers crossed we get to reveal it today because I’m on the edge of my seat to give it to her. As we’ve already established, I am a phenomenal gift-giver and this is one for the ages.

Now I am, obviously, writing, watching The Fosters, debating whether or not I will be adding Sunday chores to the remaining to-dos or if this is as productive as it’s going to get.

On that note…

Happy Sunday! No Sunday Scaries here!!!!

ttyl,

B