A day in the life.......

Seriously...this is for me. Just for me to know that I DID actually do some things today. There is nothing more discouraging than feeling like you've worked your buns off all day for nothing...so this is just for me....

6:30...Alarm went off, jumped out of bed so fast forgot I was going to hit snooze today.

• Went to coffee pot to start a much needed batch.
• Realized we were out of cereal, waffle mix, and anything else my kids will eat for breakfast. Guess a trip to the grocery is in order.
• Go for my coffee, realize the filter fell in. Start another batch.
• Put toast in the toaster for breakfast. A little butter, little syrup, call it French toast.
• First attempt at the wake up call.
• Drink my first sip of coffee....it really is the "Nectar of the Gods".
• Second wake up attempt is successful. I realize some nasty, grouchy hooligans took over my kid's bodies last night.
• "I didn't want this for breakfast, I wanted cereal!"
• Go for my second cup of coffee.
• Mae stumbles downstairs. "Momma...I aw wet!"
  
• Throw her in the tub and scrub her down.
• Take her screaming out of the tub.
  
• Make the kids lunches.
• "Mom! I don't like those fruit snacks! Can't we have cookies!"
• Inform my 9-year-old it's gross to wear pants 5 days in a row without washing them and to go change.
  
• Reiterate to my 6-year-old that it is no longer summer and shorts are not in order.
• Realize I really should put ALL their summer stuff away.
• Load everyone up in the car to take to school. Make sure EVERYONE has lunch boxes and book bags.
  
• Realize I'm so glad I don't have to actually walk into the school as Mae only has on underwear and rain boots, and I am still wearing my robe.
• "What do you want for breakfast Mae-Mae?" "I wan cake!" "Sorry, no more cake, daddy ate the rest (thank GOD!)" "I wan frui-snacks!"
  
• Cave and give her the fruit snacks.
• Empty dishwasher and load it up again.
  
• Decide today is the day I will get the laundry caught up.
• Talk to friend about her upcoming wedding and then pee my pants realizing I'm not sure I'm talented enough to be her photographer.
• Start my eggs for breakfast....I'm DETERMINED to not fall off the wagon today after the cake debacle last night.
• Mae wants eggs, have to make more.
  
• Get out fall decorations.
• Realize I have to dust BEFORE I put them up. Dust.
• Start putting up the decorations.
  
• Clean up the mess Maebree made WITH the fall decorations.
• Vacuum. Bad smell.....bag has overloaded inside of vacuum.
• Sweep kitchen.
  
• Start mopping.
  
• Stop mopping when I realize Mae has the vacuum and is emptying it all over the kitchen.
  
• Start her a movie.
• Re-Vacuum kitchen, then mop it.
  
• Clean off my kitchen table. Decide we must start actually eating there sometime, maybe the kids would actually eat.
  
• Clean out Max's lair. Decide he is going to get shaved, even if I have to do it.
  
• Shouldn't have vacuumed yet....
• Switch out laundry.
  
• Do some more photog work for the PRC.
  
• Switch out the laundry again.
  
• Mae's hungry, make her a "butter" sandwich (peanut butter)
  
• Grab a quick protein shake of the hubby's to curb my afternoon hunger.
• Respond to some emails.
• Load Mae up and head to p/u girls from school. She is now wearing Emmy's dance costume (the one wear she looks like a German bar wench) without underwear and only one rain boot. Mother of the year, right here.
• Get kids successfully.
• Make after school snack, apples and peanut butter. It's a success as no one complains.
  
• Jump in the shower. No shampoo or conditioner, gotta use some body wash.
• My hair now smells like a man's deodorant.
• Decide to eat something before heading to get groceries. Make up some vegetable cheese junk that smelled better than it tasted.
  
• Throw hair up in a pony tail, load kids up, head to Wal-Mart.
• Crap. I have no gas.
• Go to our town's ONLY gas station.....one stall open. I back in and realize it has bags over the pumps.
  
• Finally get gas, head to bank to cash grocery check.
  
• Teller takes 10 minutes just to get me a pen.
  
• Arrive at Wal-Mart. Emmy informs me that I "smell like dad".
  
• Successfully find all groceries on the list, and even a few off list items.
  
• Head home.
  
• Drive by mom and dad's old house for kicks and grins. All new windows and new siding going up. Feel sad because we won't have Christmas there ever again.
• Drive around the back and choke back tears as we see the pools been ripped out. Have to console 9-year-old who is not choking back tears and is very sad the pool has been ripped out....a lot of hard work and the only cuss word I ever heard my dad say was when he was installing that pool.
• Come home, put groceries away, feed kids cinnamon rolls for dinner.
• Look around and see it looks as if I've done nothing all day. Force kids to empty dishwasher.
  
• Switch out laundry.
  
• Dig cinnamon rolls out of the dogs mouth. She hates me now.
• Talked to the hubby for a few minutes. Tell him I was sad to see the pool ripped out. I wish he was home and brought me cake tonight instead of last night. Remember I was determined to not fall off the wagon.
  
• Put Mae to bed after she has emptied an entire 500 piece puzzle on the girls floor.
  
• Feel bad I put her to bed angry. Realized she won't remember it in the morning. Thanked God a little for that.
• Switched out the laundry. Last load.
• Realized that all the bills I paid yesterday are still in the bottom of my purse waiting to go to the post office.
  
• Put the older two to bed. Forgot to get them toothpaste.
  
• Folded last load.
  
• Caved and ate the last cinnamon roll.
  
• Decided to type ridiculous blog about all that I actually did today.
  

I know there are a thousand things (including talking to my mom and Nichole at least 5 times each:)I have forgotten, but this alone took me 25 minutes to type up...and quite frankly...I'm tired. So tomorrow is a new day, a new day of low-carbing it. A new day to maybe actually get a jog in. A new day to maybe get to the post office. Except I remember that I have two extra little monkey's on my hands as well as a recently overactive toddler. ***sigh**** At least Russ will be home tomorrow.