• 8am: Wake up with everyone else and hobble between the beds, grab the ‘bathroom bag’ because carrying toilet paper and toothpaste is hard. Trip out of the door because it won’t open all of the way. Hop across the room to the bathroom. Lunge into the bathroom, over the step. Have the “What’s the point of brushing my teeth if I’m alone, it’s more of a curtesy thing anyway at this point” argument. Brush my teeth.
  • 9am: Sit on the chair in the main room with sad ‘puppy left home alone’ face while everyone goes to ministry.
  • 9:20am: “Aw Bonnie I wish you were coming” “Bonnie, did you just trip again?” “How much longer do you have” “Bonnie! Stop walking on your cast.”
  • 9:30am: I am alone and the stairs are mocking me.
  • 10am: Now it looks like I am doing Pilates but no, I’m not; I am crawling up the stairs to get to the wifi so I can pretend I am not stuck in the house but am having a lazy day.
  • 12pm: “Should I crawl back downstairs and get my pbj? No that’s too much work. Man I need more upper body conditioning. This was a mistake. FOOOOOD.”
  • 12:05pm: Slip and almost biff it on the last step in the name of lunch. Realize the wifi is not worth the work.
  • 12:30am: Read the Bible and sometimes whine to God about being home alone but then being reminded I am not.
  • 2pm: Change out of pj’s.
  • 2:10pm: judge myself for staying in pajamas all day.
  • 3pm: Get excited that people will be here soon. But not too excited because the bathroom is a hop, skip, and jump from my room.
  • 4pm: FRIENDS I MISSED YOU LOVE ME!!!!!!!
  • 6pm: YAY FOOD
  • 8pm: MOVIE MOVIE MOVIE
  • 10pm: The balancing act formerly known as brushing teeth.
  • 10:30: ZZZZZZZZZ