Thursday, April 17, 2008

A Day in the Life

This was my Thursday:

Get up.

Feed the dog.

Wake the kids.

Kiss the husband good-bye.

Make the lunches.

Empty the dishwasher.

Wash the morning dishes.

Drive the two older kids to school.

Clear out another patch of land.

Have Youngest "help" me put the clippings in the bags. [To be taken Saturday to the landfill, which is accepting clippings at no cost in honor of Earth Day.]


Throw poison-oak infected clothes into the washer.

Take the dog to the field for her morning run.

Get gas because we only had 9 miles to go before we ran out.

Go to the grocery store to order Youngest's birthday cake for his party on Saturday and to pick up a few items.

Take the recycling to the recycling center, along with the batteries, and receive $6.48 in redemption funds, all of which were turned over to Youngest for all his "help."

Drop off four bags of toys, books, clothes and general crap at Goodwill.

Take Youngest to school.

Chat for three minutes with two other parents.

Throw clothes into dryer and put another load of laundry in.

Put away groceries.

Make and eat an English muffin with peanut butter and blackberry jam. (Yum!)

Scour the stairway walls with cleanser to eliminate the dog's and kids' marks.

Sweep the back deck and scrub down the table, six chairs, one kid chair, two kids' riding toys, the barbecue and the Youngest's cabin.

Fold the first load of laundry and throw the other in the dryer.

Finish the back deck cleaning.

Go to school to pick up the kids.

Carry the "Move Forward" sign around the traffic circle. I call it the "Moron" sign. I get some perverse pleasure out of flashing it in some stupid mo-fo's face.

Stop at the ice cream truck and sit while the three kids eat their treats.

Unpack the kids' backpacks and get them set for homework.

Take the dog to the field for her afternoon run.

Fold the second load of laundry.

Clean the six pool chairs and four recliners, scrubbing them all, while supervising the kids swimming in the freezin'-ass-cold water.

Ensure Daughter does her homework.

Ensure Eldest gets started on his homework.

Take all kids to Youngest's T-ball game.

Stop at 7-11 on the way to refill my Super Big Gulp and get the kids crap for snacks.

While Youngest plays T-ball, read "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" to the two other kids.

Come home and watch Pete make dinner.

Eat delicious dinner.

Remind Youngest to finish his weekly homework tonight so we can go on a play date tomorrow a.m.

Ask husband for a date.

Write this post at 8:15 p.m.

Whew! I am tired. But I am so very grateful to my husband that I have the luxury of doing all of that. I had a great day. I saw two mosquito eaters mating and I saw two bumble bees mating. I laughed with the kids. I soaked myself (by accident) while cleaning off the back deck. I blasted Springsteen tunes while working out back. It was a hell of a great day.

Boring? Maybe to you. To me, it's pure bliss.


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