7 am – Waking up in the morning. Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs. Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal … Okay, only joking. My apartment is wayy too teeny to have more than one level, and I never eat breakfast before going to work.
7:00 am – Press snooze.
7:30 am – Drag myself out of bed and shower + shave my legs. I “do” my hair (i.e. run my fingers through it), put on my makeup, and while getting dressed, wonder aloud if these new shoes are going to be too sexy for my very business casual office. This prompts Husband to mock me by singing “I’m too sexy for my office” followed by “I’m too sexy for _my boss’ boss’ name_.” I’ve got some important meetings with my boss’ boss, who is in town, hence the need for me to wake up an hour earlier than usual.
8:00 am – Gather my stuff together and try to convince Husband to take something for lunch. I look in the fridge and find practically nothing. My suggestion of humus and carrots is rejected, queso and chips is accepted. (Although, I do ask Husband to please put the queso back in the fridge if he decides not to take it.)
My lunch is on the company today, so I head out the door to my car and curse the sexy shoes for the blisters I’m sure are already forming on my big toes. If I ever move somewhere with public transit (crossing my fingers for a move to a big city sometime in my future), I’m going to have to throw out half of my shoe collection.
8:10 am – As I back the car out, Husband runs out to grab his wallet, which he left there. I tell him this just confirms my suspicions that he’s going to buy lunch instead of taking it. He says, “Please, Lauren, like queso and chips can really last me all day.” I tried; didn’t I?
8:25 am - Walk into work. My day includes a few meetings, playing around with the CIA World Factbook statistics, and reading about Andorra. Oh, and looking awkward while trying not to draw attention to the fact that I’m taking awkward phone photos of myself at work.
5:10 Leave work.
5:30 Navigate around the massive road construction thats been surrounding my street for a year (yeah, try being woken up at 6:30 am every day by the melodious sounds of heavy construction),
get home and notice THIS sitting on the kitchen counter, send picture text to Husband so he knows what he did(!),
sit on our ugly futon and bemoan the fact that I feel like I need to do something spectacular tonight, but I’d rather take a nap. I read blogs on my google reader app (some of my current faves include I Still Love You, Cotton and Curls, A Cup of Jo, Oh Happy Day, and NYC Taught Me) while I wait for Husband to get home from work.
6:15 pm - Think about cleaning the kitchen and realize that a bag of food I took to a barbecue on SATURDAY is still sitting out. Major fail. This deters me from cleaning the kitchen, so I go back to sitting on the futon and playing with my phone.
6:30 pm - Husband gets home and we talk about a site he’s designing. (Note, sister, the use of the web design sketchpad you gave him for his birthday!)
7:15 pm - Skype with my parents and my little sister (who is living with them for the summer). We usually Skype on Sundays, but I got home too late last night to talk, so we postponed it for today.
I tell the fam I need to take a photo for my Day in the Life post, and my mom immediately leaves the screen and refuses to be in it (she had just finished mowing the lawn). She says she’ll stick a hand in front of the camera so you know she was there.
I love my family!
8:00 pm - I change into shorts, collect the books that are due at the library, and ride my bike with Husband over to return them. Then I ask him to take a photo of me on my bike riding past the library. The photo below was probably take 10, and also the point at which I realized I would never make it as a fashion blogger (or anyone else who has photos taken in a public place).
8:30 pm - We decide to go to Awful Waffle, a new waffle/crepe place in Provo, for dessert/my half-birthday/Family Night. And yes, we could have gone to 7-11 for free slurpees, but I hate slurpees, and I consider it highly offensive that 7-11 gives out free slurpees every year on my half-birthday.
9:15 pm - The waffles are actually not awful. But they don’t really compare to true Belgian Waffles. (I can say that in a snobbish way because I lived in Brussels for a few months.) Husband realizes that his bike somehow got a flat tire in between the library and Awful Waffle, so we walk our bikes home. I run inside to get the bike pump and while watching Husband pump up the tire, remember that I didn’t eat anything for dinner and start to feel sick from the humongous waffle I consumed. This provides a convenient excuse for me to go inside, where the A/C is.
We finish our Family Night activity (something that Mormon families try to do every Monday night) by studying the scriptures and saying a prayer together. Then I procrastinate a little before studying for the GRE (which I’m taking in two weeks… yikes!).
10:30 pm - I wimp out on studying and decide to go to bed.
From the Archives: Read more about me being married, a Mormon, and an editor.
Mormons also don’t smoke or use any addictive substances. Since before science even knew about the harmful effects of drugs or alcohol, Mormons have followed a creed called 
