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Tuesday, July 26, 2005 Me, Me, Me

*Moves new printer box off kitchen chair in front of laptop*

*Decides that children are creating an acceptable level of mayhem—twirling each other in the swings is ok; smacking each other in the head with each turn is not*

*Turns off “Daddy Day Care,” the DVD chosen by all three kids as the Tuesday night TV dinner and movie feature*

*Clears TV dinner trays off table and picked up soda cans and other debris*

*Puts away table and chairs (why does it always look like a bar fight after they leave the table?)*

*Finds wine glass, notices it is empty, too tired to get up again*

*Waits for peed-on sheets to wash and dry before making up huge, CA king bed all by my lonesome*

*Checks on state of street and curbside where degenerate in glass-packed car threw a quart-sized beer bottle on the street in front of my house—remembers being out there in my boxers and tank at ten, sweeping up all the big pieces and hoping I got most of the small—in the hopes of staving off any trips to the ER with foolishly barefoot children*

Simply put, I just can’t do this on my own. I’m wiped. What was I thinking?