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Monday, January 16, 2006 Family

Most of my coworkers stayed up past one this morning working on our project. I logged in at two a.m. and tried to brag about it but someone called me on the three hour time difference. Still! I’m the one who got up for a 7:30 conference call.

Since the children came at noon today home covered in mud from the park (neither of us has the day off), they have spilled two entire cans of Diet Coke in the living room (and were sufficiently wary of my need for concentration to be shy about telling me), “delivered” each other to me sixteen times in the box my new sheets and quilt came in, had three push-ups, three frozen go-gurts, five Tilapia filets, six chicken nuggets, and four fights.

Dylan has made five phone calls, one of which connected to his father’s house, to ask for toys left behind over the weekend. He also earned one time out for calling me “stupid Mommy” after I cut him off at one push-up.

I have no time to write, not even the piece I owe DotMoms for my twice-weekly essay. My wrist is numbing the rest of my arm and… oh God, Daphne just wet herself for the second time today.

Update: I just clued in that both times, she was wearing jeans with fancy belts. The leopard print and colored jewels are stone-cold bitchin’ but the buckles and zippers are hard to undo in a hurry…