I suppose a realistic breakdown of her day wouldn't be quite so aspirational and would perhaps lead people to feel quite sorry for her.
Wakes up after a restless night about 9.30am.
Sean left for work at 7, they hadn't spoken much the night before and he slept in guest room.
Reaches into bedside drawer for snacks.
Has some red bull.
Lies in bed until 10, scrolling insta and youtube being outraged and deleting anything she missed at 3am.
coca cola.
Finally rolls out of her pit, stumbles downstairs in her pink t-shirt and stands in a puddle of dog pish.
Eats.
Shifts the dogs outside.
Sits. Scrolls some more. Eats crisps, vegan chocolate and has 4 coffees.
Humps herself upstairs, pulls on wide leg trousers, fastens them under her chin with fake gucci belt, sprays herself generously with some fabulousa.
finishes can of red bull.
Slumps downstairs, puts dogs into their room.
Starts up Daphne and heads to Greg's/McDonald's/Pret for her first bite because the choccies and crisps don't count.
Pulls up outside B&M and films a story.
Eats.
Trundles around various pound shops picking up useless items but if they're a penny more than £2.99 puts them back. Too expensive
Manages to spend £300 anyway.
Eats.
Goes home and stores the cleaning products in the hoarders paradise.
Eats.
Waits for Sean, he wanted her to do several household chores, procrastinating..... fires off a few passive aggressive responses to subs.
Eats.
Jeepers look at the time, Sean's home, let's dogs into living room, looks exhausted, moans about her busy busy day and her 3 businesses.
starving. Contemplates Takeaways.
Argues.
Rinse and Repeat.