The Husband is generally not around during the week as he travels a lot for work. He's not privy to my daily routine, and I am not privy to his. I'm sure he has his own ideas about what happens around here.
Here's what I think his perceptions are of how I spend a typical day:
7:00 a.m. The alarm goes off. Yell at the kids to get out of bed, then fall right back asleep.
7:50 a.m. Rush out of bed and shove the kids out the front door for school. When they ask about lunches, tell them to just share what the kid next to them brings for lunch. Feel good for teaching them how to share.
7:51 a.m. Eat my own hearty breakfast of donuts, brownies, and chocolate milk.
7:55 a.m. Scratch rear end with long poking stick.
7:59 a.m. Yawn. Consider taking a shower. Go back to bed instead.
11:45 a.m. Wake up and shove Hannah out the door for the kindergarten bus pick-up. Remember her need for lunch and throw a pop-tart at the bus in the hope that she catches it.
12:01 p.m. Go through McDonald's drive-thru and order a Big Mac, three orders of fries, and a large milkshake for lunch. For myself.
12:12 p.m. Rush home to watch several soap operas while gorging on McD's.
2:00 p.m. Take a much-needed nap.
3:20 p.m. Greet the children at the front door with strict instructions not to disturb my second afternoon nap. Tell them to do their own homework.
5:00 p.m. Wake up from nap, order a pizza, and ignore the large pile of dishes in the sink.
5:30 p.m. Feed the children. Eat remaining donuts from this morning when the children aren't looking. Laugh when the children ask for vegetables. Force them to eat greasy pizza instead.
6:00 p.m. Send the children to bed.
6:01 p.m. Begin five hour nighttime television marathon involving TIVO'd episodes of soap operas that I missed while napping.
6:30 p.m. Consume remaining eight slices of pizza. Wash it down with some diet coke and feel good about my low-calorie drink. Feel deep sense of satisfaction for making such a healthy choice.
11:00 p.m. Begin to get ready for bed, and realize I am still in my pajamas from the night before. Smile wickedly at that thought and crawl into the unmade bed.
11:01 p.m. Fall asleep while eating a bag of Doritos.
Oh, I wish. Here's how I REALLY spend my days:
6:28 a.m. Wake up. Hit the snooze button three times and wish it was a Saturday.
6:55 a.m. Get out of bed. Find two of the three children already awake. Wonder how I gave birth to such cheerful early risers.
7:00 a.m. Feed the children a breakfast of Eggo waffles, apples, peanut butter, and skim milk. Throw in the first of several loads of laundry. Pack lunches. Clean up breakfast dishes, kitchen, living room, and sun room. Vacuum entire first floor.
7:50 a.m. Hug and kiss the boys, and watch them walk to the bus stop. Wait for the bus to pass and wave them off to their day.
8:00 a.m. Hit the treadmill. Sweat and run to a re-run of Desperate Housewives. Silently be grateful there's a new Grey's Anatomy this week.
9:00 a.m. Read a few blogs.
9:20 a.m. Shower, blow dry hair, apply make-up, and get dressed. Change the laundry.
10:15 a.m. Assemble goodie bags for Hannah's birthday party this week. Play dollhouse with her. Listen to her excitedly describe YET AGAIN every character on High School Musical. Nod, and smile, and say, "Oh really, wow!" while secretly wanting to punch Sharpay and Troy. Go pick up dry cleaning.
11:30 a.m. Feed Hannah her favorite lunch of Spaghettios and goldfish. Force her to drink a glass of milk.
12:00 p.m. Watch for the bus with Hannah. Wave to her, even though she never looks or waves back.
12:01 p.m. Run to the grocery store, milk store, Target, and post office. Stop for a diet coke at McDonald's. Savor its absolute perfection.
1:30 p.m. Come home and unpack groceries. Change the laundry again. Go downstairs to office and transcribe three very long and boring files.
3:15 p.m. Greet children at the door and remind them to take off their shoes. Help McKay with his 4th grade math homework and find that it is too challenging for me. Try not to let him know this. Pretend to love math. Wonder when I lost so many brain cells.
4:00 p.m. Begin dinner. Remember laundry that is waiting and switch loads again.
5:00 p.m. Feed the children. Make them eat their vegetables. Feed self. Do the dishes. Re-vacuum entire first floor, most especially around Chase's spot, who wins the Messiest Eater Award every night at dinner.
5:45 p.m. Listen to Chase and Hannah read.
6:30 p.m. Fold more laundry. Put away laundry. Take out garbage.
7:30 p.m. Drive McKay to his baseball game. Cheer, yell, shout, and moan. All at the same time.
7:43 p.m. Take both Chase and Hannah to the bathroom, which is conveniently located about 14.8 miles from the field. Remind them AGAIN to go before we leave home.
9:45 p.m. Game ends. Congratulate McKay on his triple play. Avoid pointing out that it was errors and overthrows made by the other team. Be glad he is so happy about it. Take three tired kids home. Force them to shower against their will. Send them to bed.
10:30 p.m. Remove clothes, wash face, brush teeth, and climb exhausted into my neatly-made bed.
10:31 p.m. Fall fast asleep and dream about doing it all again tomorrow.
See, honey? I think we all know what REALLY happens around here, even you. I'd like to say that I'm living the first life, as it seems to involve lots of donuts and naps, but unfortunately, that is not my life. This one is.
And it's not so bad.
Gotta run though. I'm sure there's a donut somewhere with my name on it.