It's Groundhog Day. Again.
6:00am - 6:45am: Pit crew for launch of teen and tween to school bus.
7:00am - 8:00am: Pit crew for launch of 2nd grader to school bus.
8:00am on: Emails /Posting /Commenting /Twitter /Workout /Shower /Grocery Store /Dry Cleaner /Post Office /Laundry /Phonecalls /Vacuuming /More Laundry /Clean Kitchen /Kids' Rooms /Phonecalls /Emails /Twitter /More Cleaning /More Laundry /Husband's errands /Bills /Emails /Tween from bus stop /snack for tween /homework /2nd grader from bus stop /snack for 2nd grader / homework /prepare dinner /Soccer practice /dance /make dinner /serve dinner /clean dishes /supervise homework /computer /kids to bed /bed.
Repeat. Copy & paste. & Paste. & Paste. & Paste.
I keep washing the clothes, but they keep coming back.
I keep vacuuming the kitchen, but the crumbs and the goldfish and those little plastic tabs from the milk carton tops keep reappearing.
What about THIS day, universe?:
6:00am: husband whispers - "Don't get up, Hon - you sleep in, I'll get the kids off to school."
8:00am Shuffle down to kitchen, where husband has left me breakfast and a note: "sorry - we were out of mangoes, but I hope you like the fruit salad. Have a terrific day - signed, the Luckiest Guy in the World. xoxox."
9:00 Kickboxing at the gym. Mark Wahlberg is surprise guest instructor. Asks me out for coffee afterwards.
11:00-2:00 Clothes shopping at the mall. Score perfect Christmas presents at the same time.
2:00-3:00 Hot stone massage
3:00-4:00 Facial with aromatherapy.
5:00 Check emails: Random House wants to make a book from my blog. $200,000 advance. Wants to know if I could go on the Today Show to promote it. Warns me that the studio might be a little crazy that day because of Jonas Brothers appearance. I'll just have to wait in green room with Josh Holloway, if that's OK.
6:00-8:00 Dinner with husband at hip new restaurant. Mark Wahlberg at next table: We joke about kickboxing class. Don't mention coffee.
9:00 Watch Grey's Anatomy with husband and a glass of expensive wine.
Wait. I lost the kids in there somewhere. Um...throw in a nanny around 3pm.
Thanks, Universe. I'll be waiting.