I wash my hands. Considering all the doorknobs or grocery carts I come in contact with, I think that little precaution keeps me well in my old age.

Call for the children - who are either on the computer, watching TV or riding bikes in the neighborhood - and then get an update on where everyone needs to be, who has a diorama due the next day, and whose chores have or have not been done.

Take off the bra, the shoes, and put on Soft Clothes. Deep breathing, inhaling the fresh air of the garden…and then, I can have my glass of wine!

Kiss him, kick off shoes, change into sweats, and cook evening meal while chatting about our days.

Shoes off, trip over the cats on my way to the coffe machine to make tea (the machine has never seen a single coffee bean!), change into comfy civilian clothes, set the alarms (yes, plural - have 3 that go off in the wee hours of the ”morning”) and then turn on the computer.

Take my shoes off and then if I’m staying home the bra comes off as well!

Go pee!

throw down purse, keys, sit down for a few minutes and veg. out then start dinner, and on to the next task at hand whether it be getting ready for a nite meeting or laundry etc. but just to unwind for a few minutes is real good therapy

Pour myself a glass of Nectar of the Gods (flavor: red) , first things first! Then off with the shoes and clothes, into comfy attire. Give dog a treat, sort through mail. I used to cook dinner when the kids were living at home, but now wonderful hubby does all the cooking. No complaints here!

The first thing I do when I get home is go to the bathroom, :>)

Amen to taking off the shoes!! I once had a neighbor, much like Mr. Heckles on Friends, who lived in the apartment below me and complained that I “clomped around in [my] big ol’ shoes.” How wrong she was! Perhaps my bare feet are capable of clomping as well… But it was nice to be able to just open the door a little wider and show her my shoeless feet and the empty pairs by the door.

Unfortunately I’ve reached the age where a quick dash to the bathroom is first on the list (and the last thing to do before I leave the house - just ask my family)

Greet my 6-year-old daughter and find out about day’s activities from nanny. Then go to the bathroom.

Run to the bathroom.