The Fretful Mother's Blog

Much to her dismay, a friend of mine recently discovered she had been followed by a private detective. She was understandably upset to have the details of her trips to the doctor, Taco Bell and someone by the name of Rick broadcast in court. She was literally followed every day for eight days, and a 45-page document was prepared with accounts of everything, including what time lights were turned on in the morning. You name it, it was in there.
After my brief moment of sympathy for her, my mind raced to what my own days would look like if I was trailed by an investigator. This is what I’ve come up with:
5:58 a.m. Lights on
5:58 a.m. Lights off
7:14 a.m. Lights on
7:25 a.m. Leaves house
8:15 a.m. Arrives at work
5:15 p.m. Leaves work
5:59 p.m. Picks up children at daycare that closes at 6 p.m., though she makes sure they are properly buckled
6:05 p.m. Drive-thru, makes sure children get apple dippers and diet cokes
6:25 p.m. Returns home
7:30 p.m. Takes walk
7:34 p.m. Falls down, doesn’t seem surprised
7:35 p.m. Returns home
7:45 p.m. Drive-thru, gets fries and regular cokes
8:05 p.m. Returns home
8:25 p.m. Lights on in bedroom, dances in front of window, appears recovered from fall
8:45 p.m. Checks locks and smoke detectors
5:57 a.m. Lights off
It seems pretty mundane, but please let me know if you notice any suspicious behavior on my part. I would like the chance to adjust it before the spies note it on my official record. I have been speaking ill of the insurance company lately, and I would not put it past them to tail me. You can never be too safe.

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