5:45- alarm goes off and I head down the hall to ensure that oldest gets up and into shower. I head downstairs to wake up with my first cup of coffee and semi-conscious news watching.
6:15- skip happily (not) to the basement to turn off hot water because 18 year-old boys can't manage their time. Grumble. Wake up 17 year-old.
6:45 - 7:45 Shower, dress, wake up littlest, dress her, slap together breakfast and start my blog reading until my neighbor's little girl comes over. 8:05- Take neighbor's daughter out to bus. Two things I hate most...morning and outside. Shoes on and rush off to preschool
9:00- Home. You'd think this is when I could get some painting done but no not really. 9:05- Realize I should have gone to at least three grocery stores and make a list. 9:07-Realize that the kitchen still has dishes from last night's teen midnight feast and breakfast. 9:08- say some very unlady-like words when I find a full but unwashed dishwasher. Handwash everything. 9:45- Remember I have no makeup on and head upstairs to remedy the problem. Sit down at my computer instead. 10:45- Remember I still have no makeup on and actually walk up stairs passing the laundry room with overflowing hampers. I'll get that in a minute. 11:00- Pass laundry room again. 11:03- Remember I have a painting that is ready to be shipped. Rush out the door 12:00- Home for lunch. Assist with princess dress-up and urgent block building. Sleeping Beauty still takes naps. Nope that's not when I paint either. This time is filled with more blog reading, walking past the laundry room with ever better excuses, and oh crap, what's for dinner? 2:00- Vacuum or otherwise clean something all while pretending to be a mermaid. 2:30- teens arrive home and ask me why they have no clean shirts. Start a load of laundry and promise it in three days or less! Remember to make my bed. 3:40- neighbor's daughter comes back and I have to get serious about this stupid dinner thing except I never went to any of those grocery stores. I am made aware that I am no longer a mermaid but Cinderella's mom anything but Dumbo's mom...please.
5:30- eat something resembling dinner that only three out of six like. Make kids do dishes. 6:30- Pour a glass of wine and get out paint.
8:00-stop everything for bath time and folding of three day old clean laundry. 9:00- I either go to bed or stay up until midnight painting. The latter involves a rather unpleasant 5:45 wake up the next morning. Vow to hit the grocery tomorrow. Lather, rinse, repeat
