Wednesday, June 5, 2013

A Day in the Life of… Nina Rowan

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Originally from California, Nina Rowan holds a PhD in Art History from McGill University, Montreal, with a specialization in 19th century French and Russian art. She began writing when she was an undergraduate at UCLA and lived a dual life as a student and a pseudonymous erotica author. She has studied Indian and Southeast Asian art and film, worked as a curatorial assistant at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, and traveled in India and Europe.

A librarian-at-heart, she also holds an MA in Library and Information Sciences, a course of study that renewed a deep-seated interest in folklore and fairy tales. In addition to being an eternal student, or likely because of it, Nina possesses an abiding love for research that involves dusty, old books. She also thinks popcorn should be one of the four food groups. She lives in Wisconsin with her atmospheric scientist husband and two children.

A Day in the Life by Nina Rowan

Thanks so much for having me on Stitch Read Cook! I admit that my ‘Day in the Life’ is not very exciting, but a lot of thrilling adventures take place inside my head. And I love everything about both my reality and my imaginary worlds.

4:45 — Bleary-eyed, I stumble into the bathroom to brush my teeth and dress in my workout clothes. Stumble again downstairs and do a quick email/Facebook/Twitter check before I wake my husband up at 5:15 and leave for my exercise boot camp, which kicks my rear end with too many push-ups, mountain climbers, jumping jacks and burpees.

6:15 — Incandescent with happiness that boot camp is over, I go back home where the two kids are awake and possibly even fed. Now that my endorphins are going, I greet them with a cheerful, “Good morning, my little chickadees!,” which makes them groan and roll their eyes—much to my amusement. I hurry to eat my breakfast and drink coffee while packing school lunches and trying to ensure we don’t fall behind schedule.

7:00 — After waiting an interminable amount of time for the girl to pick out just THE RIGHT outfit, I get her ready, then go to shower and dress. I hug the boy goodbye and leave his father to take him to the bus stop while I drive the girl to preschool. Sometimes I make a return trip home if she has forgotten her beloved stuffed seal or ladybug.

8:00 — I run errands at stores that are open by 8:00am, usually Target and the grocery store. I both marvel and am shell-shocked at how much money I can spend on food and basic necessities like toothpaste and toilet paper in less than twenty minutes.

8:30 — Home again, unpack groceries and whatnot, then check email/Facebook/Twitter before settling in for a writing session. Write, write, write, while trying to stay off the internet.

11:00 — Break for lunch, most often a turkey sandwich. I try not to scarf down the cheddar bunnies and Scooby Snacks that I ostensibly bought for the kids.

11:30 — More writing, with occasional email checks that take longer than they should. I think I will never get anything accomplished.

2:00 — Break for tea and a chocolate Vitamuffin while perusing celebrity gossip websites and wondering that I even know who these people are and why I care what they are doing.

3:00 — I try to shift back into Mom Mode as I go out to meet the boy at the bus stop, and we chat while he has an after-school snack. I check his school folder, fill out whatever forms need to be returned, and admire the work he’s brought home while reminding him for the millionth time that he has to slow down when he is doing his work.

3:30 — The boy and I go out to pick up the girl at preschool before starting after-school activities. I spend the next two hours driving to either soccer, karate, or swimming lessons while trying to sneak in a few pages of reading.

5:00 — Dinner? My family actually wants dinner? I search in the refrigerator and freezer for something nutritious and wonder why I didn’t just pick something up at the store this morning. During a dinner of either spaghetti (because it’s fast) or eggs (because they’re fast), I lament the fact that my mother always had a full, from-scratch, home-cooked meal on the table every night and she always made it look so easy.

6:30 — After the dishes are done, I attempt to help my son with his second-grade math homework while secretly fearing that very soon it will be beyond my comprehension.

7:00 — Using a variety of bribes, threats, and pleading, the husband and I get the kids into their PJs and brush their teeth. I read a book about fairies to the girl and a few chapters of either Harry Potter or James and the Giant Peach to the boy.

8:00 — Lengthy good-nights ensue with repeated calls from both boy and girl for water and needing to use the bathroom. Not to mention questions like, “Mom, if three triceratops battled a dozen velociraptors, which group would win?”

8:30 — I do a last email check before sitting down to watch either a sitcom or an episode of a cooking reality show. I usually eat a dessert somewhere during this time because, you know, I’m an adult and there’s no one to tell me “no.”

9:00 — Up to bed to read a few chapters of a book before my brain shuts down. Once I turn out the light, I’m asleep within seconds.

Lather, rinse, and repeat for the next day and the next and the next….until the blissful weekend arrives when there is no boot camp and I can sleep until 6:00 before the boy wakes me up wanting pancakes.

Life is good.

1 comment:

  1. Ah the glamorous life that comes with having kids ;)


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