What does a normal day here in the Love & Olive Oil household look like? Working from home, we do have an ample amount of freedom if something comes up during the day, but for the most part, we stick to a pretty normal routine. I promise you, it’s not as glamorous as it may seem, and really should probably be called “A Day in the Life… of the Cats.” Yes, much our lives revolve around the cats, and we’d live an incredibly dull life without them.
5:30am (ish): Taylor gets up whenever the cats tell him to. There’s no snooze button on these furry alarm clocks, unfortunately. They’ll usually yell at us or nibble at his elbows until he feeds them.
7:30am: Rise and shine! (grumble grumble) Taylor prods me awake. Sgt. Pepper usually helps too, walking all over my chest and sticking his paws and wet nose in my face until I finally roll out of bed.
8:00am: Catch up on social media, read my blogs, clean out the junk emails that have come in overnight (I probably don’t need to know about that sale, but I still stay on the email lists for that one time when I might want to buy something).
8:30am: Work beckons, time to get to it. I usually start the day by responding to some emails or dealing with issues that have come up over night, or if I’ve got a new blog post to publish I’ll focus on finishing that up.
9:00am: Breakfast. Again with Sgt. Pepper’s help. The cat loves cheerios, what can I say?
9:30am: Trying to work, but I keep getting interrupted by Sgt. Pepper who wants to play fetch (Seriously! Here’s proof) Every 2 1/2 minutes I have to get up and throw his green poof toy for him. He’ll pick it up in his mouth, walk around yowling for a bit, then come back up the stairs and drop it by my chair, and sit and stare (or yell) at me until I throw it again. It’s exhausting.
The other cats are conked out on their heated mats where they’ll probably stay until lunchtime (and yes, we have three of them, because they refuse to share).
10:30am: Workout time. I’ll admit while Taylor makes it to the gym nearly every day, I consider it a good week if work out twice. Even though our development has a fitness room, sometimes I can’t even be bothered to walk over there, so I’ll just jump around in the living room to a workout DVD.
11:15am: Shower, followed by a post-workout snack (aka a croissant, which is totally acceptable because it is homemade, afterall).
11:30am: Back to work. Today I’m having fun putting the finishing touches on a redesign for the lovely Averie. Just wait until you see this prettiness. I tell you, I really do love my job, especially when I get to work with other food bloggers. :)
1:00pm: Lunch time. Usually we’ll have something like a grilled cheese, quesadilla, tuna sandwich, or leftovers from whatever we ate the night before. Something quick that we can prepare and eat quickly and get back to work. No leisurely lunch hour, here.
Kalypso also knows when it’s lunch time, and will often join us, begging for scraps. She’s got us very well trained, and knows a good scratch on the post will get her a treat. We try to tell her that opening the treat drawer will summon the boys from upstairs, but she never seems to get it. So they all usually end up getting a mid-day treat.
1:30pm: Work. Moving on to some coding stuff for designs we’ve already finalized. And emails. Always sending emails.
3:30pm: Chocolate break.
3:40pm: Quick social media break.
4:00pm: Er, ok, not so quick. Trying to get focused again so I can finish the day on a productive note. Send some more emails. Maybe work a bit on the next day’s blog post if I’ve got one ready.
5:30pm: Time to leave work (aka go downstairs). In order to maintain our sanity we really do keep regular working hours, and try not to work or respond to work-related emails on nights or weekends. It doesn’t always work, but we’d go crazy otherwise.
5:55pm: Dinner time for the felines, and they sure cause a racket if we’re even a minute late (which is why they usually get it early, because god forbid we’d FORGET about them). I swear, they act like we starve them or something.
6:00pm: Ok, I’ll admit, I’m still working. Sometimes if I’m concentrating on something I just need to keep going. But Taylor’s already downstairs working on dinner. Good man.
6:05pm: I just realized how hungry I am. I need a snack. Plus my butt hurts. That’s a sign it’s time to quit for the day (really this time).
6:30pm: Dinner is ready! And, look, daylight! Still! During dinner! What a miracle!
Taylor’s thrown together a pasta salad tonight, using up a lot of miscellaneous ingredients we have on hand. We do plan our menus for the week in advance, and always try to include a few quicker dinners for nights when we just want to get on with our evening.
Taylor wants everyone to know that the all the dishes were done before we even ate. Thank you dear, much appreciated… without you I’d be living in squalor.
7:00pm: After dinner the evening is ours to do what we please. I’ll usually plop down on the couch and lose myself in an episode of Castle or Once Upon a Time, although tonight the 7:00 hour kind of sucks, so I’ll spend that time working on a blog post instead. Taylor, who can’t bear to sit still and simply watch TV anyway, usually heads back upstairs to work on one of his many projects.
Yes, the man sews (and serges). He’s working on some basic t-shirts now, using some nice organic hemp fabric he just bought (it’s not as hippie as it sounds, I promise). They’ll eventually get dyed various colors when he’s done. He’s well on his way to a completely handmade wardrobe (you can follow along on his blog, TaylorTailor).
8:00pm: As bad as it’s gotten these last few years, I still watch Grey’s Anatomy. Back downstairs I go to rot my brain. Our neighbor stops by for a bit, and he and Taylor drink and talk beer (who knew there was so much to say about beer).
9:00pm: New Scandal tonight! Even anti-TV Taylor will watch this one with me. That and Castle are about the only network TV shows he’ll watch. Although, he can’t simply watch, he has to be (quietly) plucking on his ukelele at the same time.
9:40pm: Bird time! Every night the cats need a good 20 to 30 minutes of good, hard play (according to Jackson Galaxy), otherwise they’ll kill each other. Granted, we still have issues with bullying, but the play definitely helps. This is their favorite toy, and we probably go through way more da-bird refills than we should. I swear, their first instinct once they get ahold of it is to break it’s neck. Our sweet, sweet babies are secretly killers…
10:00pm: The cats’ second dinner. Yes, we split up their dinners, in hopes that eating right before bed will make them sleep in later in the morning. It never works (see: Taylor’s wake up time this morning).
10:20pm: After picking up all the cat toys (otherwise there would be late night soccer matches), shutting down the phones and computers, brushing our teeth, and changing into our PJs, it’s bed time.
10:30pm: We usually read for a while to unwind. I’m currently 1/4 of the way through 11/22/63 by Stephen King, and loving it so far. I just hope I can finish before it’s due back at the library.
11:00pm: No, seriously. Sleep.
11:23pm (or so): Zzzz….