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Monday, May 17, 2004 Family

I think I could get used to this. So far this morning, I have:

1. made breakfast for the monkeys
2. read books and snuggled on the couch in the kitchen
3. washed dishes
4. had a leisurly cup of coffee
5. played CDA with the kids (“2319! We have a 2319!”)
6. worn my jammies on the school run
7. showered as long as I liked
8. sat at the computer in my robe, checking in with the office by email, with Fantasia in the background

And it’s not even 9 o’clock! I LOVE THIS! I’m never going back to work! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

At least not until tomorrow, as Gil returns tonight and I will turn into

Sunday, May 16, 2004 Family

7:51 a.m.  I am in the zone this morning, people! Having decided that the house is totally out of control, I took charge.

After folding the laundry, I marched into the boys’ room to put it away, and couldn’t even get past the door. There were sleeping bags and pop-up tents everywhere. Right.

Heh. I just know I’m going to kick this house’s ass today because I grabbed that pup tent and had it flipped, twisted, and folded into tiny circles in a flash. On. the. first. try.

*blows on fingernails*

9:38 a.m.  The zone has officially moved out to the chaise on the patio with the NYT crossword!

9:39 a.m. Or it will move out there once I fetch the ball out from under the “wishing washing machine.”

Saturday, May 15, 2004 Family

Item: T-ball game. Wake up early, feed, clothe & organize children in order to be on the field at 8:45 a.m., sharp. So proud of my little catcher. Forgot his mitt. “Don’t worry, mom, I can just use Dylan’s mitt, uh, on my other hand. I think it fits.”

Item: The Snack Shack. Ahhhh, snacks & drinks, guaranteed to calm children. Only it’s 9 a.m. and they only sell candy and soda. Ooooh, cinnamon rolls! Big ones! “We’ll take two!”

Item: Sticks. “Look, Daphne! You can write in the dirt! Here’s a sun, and a cloud… now you try!” Later, “Daphne, you can play drums on the log, that’s fine… Shelby? Shelby! Do not play drums on Daphne!”

Item: Dog tied to fence. “Look! Doggy!” Trot over to pet said dog. Dog looks pretty excited. Dog sees sticks. Dog sees sticks in hands of two-year olds. Dog does math. “OK, kids, let’s leave the doggy alone! Doggy needs rest!” Run like the wind to scoop up children.

Item: Candy drawer. On second thought, let’s not go there.

Item: Dinner. Not bad; in fact, a breeze. Warm tuna right out of the can, and it wasn’t even my idea. Washed down with chocolate milk, again from the menu created by the small ones. Fudgcicles on the Twister mat? Not so much.

Item: Bubble bath for the girls, complete with candlelight. Serene. Cuddly. Soft and warm. Kissy. Lovely games with pouring water and blowing bubbles. Hmmm. Wrong kind of bubbles. BIG bubbles. “Daphne. You aren’t poopy, are you? You know we don’t poop in the tub, right?” “No, mama!” “OK, well, let’s get out anyway.” Brush up against something disconcerting while lifting daughter out of tub. Contain it and perform brain floss.

Item: Candles. Allow daughter to blow them out, wincing all the while at how close she has to lean. Grab her as she leans a bit too close to the last one. Startle her and spend next ten minutes scraping wax off of Pottery Barn stepstool.

Item: Thomas and Friends. Send daughter off to boys’ room to play with trains while you tidy bathroom. Overhear the following: “Logie! I wan’ play trains!” Logan, in a deadpan, “Thomas is dead.”

One last item: 2001 Chateau Clos de la Tour Bordeaux. Sigh.

Saturday, May 15, 2004 Family

Day one of having the house (and the three kids) to myself! Gil went fishing this weekend in Tahoe with his buddies, and it is just the four of us until Monday night. *stretch*

Last night was great—we had spaghetti in the living room (shhh!) and watched a movie and had a nice, splashy bubble bath.

And of course, I broke the coffee carafe last night, so I’m off to jury-rig something before my head disintegrates…

LATER: I managed the coffee, but when I stepped on the pedal to open the trash can and toss the grounds inside, the lid slammed shut again and they landed on top…

Friday, May 14, 2004 Workbits

It figures that the interoffice memo sitting unopened on my desk for three days contained this: