What day is it?

Seriously, what day is it? This being home every day is tough on the internal calendar.  I have been the social coordinator for the family since, oh - forever.  Now that I don't have a daily focus on the date, I literally lose track of what day it is.  

I have a few clues that I use to help keep me on track.  The hubs is home on Saturday, Sunday and Monday.  Therefore, if he is home, I know its a weekend.  Unless of course he gets called in for overtime, then I am lost again.  I watch my youngest granddaughter two times a week, so when she's here, I know it's either Tuesday or Thursday.  Now, if the hubs gets a holiday tacked on to his weekend, then I am all messed up again.  

I'm trying to get my planner out and going again, someday.  The problem is, when exactly is someday?  I have always lived by the clock and calendar.  School, summer jobs, then after school jobs, then adulthood.  Wake up at a certain time, get ready and go to work.  Come home, have dinner, rest for a bit, then go to bed.  Do that five times a week, (or sometimes four if you have a flex day), then have your weekend.  

Now, because I don't have to set an alarm, my body keeps waking me up at odd times.  3:30 am, 4:00 am, or then the fun 11:00 pm, 1:00 am, 2:30 am, 4:00 am and then the hubs' alarms start going off.  I don't drink coffee after 10:00 am, unless of course it's a day that I don't get up until the afternoon.  That normally happens after I have a session of Camp Grandma Grandma.  

I'm the one who kept us close to on time for things.  It's the way I was raised.  The invitation says 9:00, you are there BY 9:00, not 9:15 or even worse, 9:30.  I was taught you give yourself plenty of time to get ready, so you can leave, on time.  Now I have to make sure I am out of the way for the mad dash to get ready and out the door.  It's been almost 25 years, and I still just don't understand this.  If you have to be somewhere across town at the top of the hour, you do not leave the house at 5 minutes before the top of the hour.  The reason you don't do this is because it takes 20 minutes to get across town, unless of course you catch all the lights on green, then it takes 15 minutes.  But I digress. 

So here I am, up since 3:30 am because I have no schedule to follow.  Not sure what to do with myself, because I need to redo my list. After three hours of trying to figure out what to do today, I started baking.  Two loaves of whole wheat pumpkin bread, an apple pie, and a sheet of chocolate chip cookie bars later, the house smells wonderful.  I still have time before I put the pork roast in the oven, so I guess I'll go bake one more thing.  Maybe someday is tomorrow, and I can find my planner then.