Different stages of life brought different typical days. I had a great childhood. My Dad made a playhouse in the back yard. I would have dolls and tea parties there. So I guess my typical day was to go to school, come home, change clothes and go out to play until the dinner bell rang. My Mom never worried where I was because once she rang the dinner bell (a cow bell), I would come running.
Before marriage, a typical day was to go to work, come home to a hot meal, help a little around the house, go to bed, repeat the next day. Friday was pay day so I would go shopping with a friend.
Before having children, a typical day was to work hard all week so we could party on the weekends.
I struggle to think if those days were any different from today. I am retired and I guess I never liked to be just a housewife. I care for sweet Dave who has a different typical day. He tends to sleep alot. I try to keep him going. He doesn't want to get out of bed and eats poorly when he does. I think the trick or key to happiness is not to think about it.
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