Diary of a Wednesday

Disclaimer:

I am committed to not be what I call a "journal blogger." A lot of people post for the purposes of keeping a daily record of the events in their life. That's fine. I appreciate that, but I personally don't have the time to sift through all of their "Took my dog to the vet..." to find a particularly funny or poingnant tale. Having said that I think the run-down of my day yesterday might be interesting and telling. If not to you, to me.

Prologue:
This is what my calendar looks like, color-coded for each family member:




7:00-7:30 Shower (you may know how rare a shower for me is at my home home. Usually, if I get one it's at the gym)

8:00 Take Charlie to school

8:30-8:45 Parking lot duty

8:45 Atticus to school (to be fair, it's the same school at which I did parking lot duty)

9:00-11:30 Volunteer at Max's PDO (don't get me wrong, I don't mind changing diapers, just not diapers of other people's kids)

11:30-11:45 Chat with Atticus's teacher outside of the restroom ("I wouldn't say Atticus has bad days, he's just Atticus")

12:00 Lunch from Wendy's in the car for Max and me

12:30 Pick up Atticus from lunch bunch

12:45-1:30 Atticus's first gymnastics class (Check it out: in the morning I actually had the foresight to put shorts on underneath his pants)

2:00 Attempt to get Max to nap (no luck); fold one load of clothes

2:50 Pick up Charlie

2:50-3:15 Kids play on the playground (Come on, it's the first day since the blizzard that it's been clear enough and warm enough); friend informs me enrollment for SUMMER SWIM PASSES started two weeks ago

4:00-4:30 Desparately rush to register online for swim passes (whew, they were still available)

4:30 Determine that Charlie has no homework, so I have time to go to the bathroom

5:00 Start dinner while yelling at Charlie and Atticus to get their shin guards and soccer shoes on

5:15 Serve a disgusting dinner of tasteless grilled chicken breasts, microwave mashed potatoes and frozen mixed vegetables

6:00-6:30 Dishes from all day, straighten strewn book bags, coats, shoes, toys, and laundry (yes, it was my bright idea to bring the unfolded laundry up to the living room to avoid Out-of-Sight-Out-of-Mind Syndrome)

6:30-7:15 Stepmom calls to give me the weekly update on my dad's progress (he had a stroke six weeks ago, and even the doctors say his progress is phenomenal)

7:15 Max's bath

7:30 Mark, Charlie and Atticus come home ("Cyn, can you give them their bath tonight, I am really behind on the bills?")

8:30 All kids in bed ("Cyn, can you help me reconcile these bills?")

8:31 I inform Mark that I will stop helping him at precisely 8:59 to catch American Idol

9:30-10:30 American Idol (thank goodness for DVR)

I don't remember anything after than until the alarm went off this morning.