snapshots

5am-unusually early morning wake-up call from Ian/feed #1 and put him in bed w/me

("why did we stay up until 11:30 watching the Informant?")

6am-wake up after having a nightmare that a dog was eating my hand and realize that Ian's been sleeping on it

7am-feed #2 & call from Ava in the downstairs bathroom to help her as she's smeared new toothpaste all over the sink

("why didn't I hide the new toothpaste")

8am-feed #3 & attempt #1 to put Ian down for a nap

("maybe he'll take a long nap and I can dry my hair today!")

8:30-quick shower/makeup

("I am SO ready to stop pulling out post-pregnancy handfuls of hair each morning!")

8:40-bring crying Ian downstairs and try to eat cereal while holding him

8:45-after putting Ian over my shoulder he throws up all over my hair/back/pants/floor

("deep breath and thank you Ian for not throwing up directly into my mini-wheats")

9am-shower #2

("I wish I was brave like that girl in 500 days of summer and could just cut all my hair off right now")

9:15-while drying my hair Ava runs in screaming that she has to go potty and as I pick her up realize that she's just gone all over the floor and all over her new Easter dress that she insisted on wearing today

("I am so thankful that I have 6 bottles of 409 and a roll of paper towels in every room of the house")

10am-rescue screaming Ian for feed #4 and unsuccessful nap attempt #2 while putting Ava in timeout for sneaking 3 oranges after I told her she could only have one

("I wonder what would be the most probable illness I could fake to get more painkillers from my doctor? and, I never thought I would be punishing my child for eating too much fruit")

10:15-put both kids in the tub

11am-make Ava lunch while Ian cries in his bouncy seat

12-take both kids outside to sit in the sun and Ian poops through his onesie and outfit

("perfect timing on the bath momma!")

12:30-feed #5 and put both kids down for SUCCESSFUL nap attempt #3

("I am so thankful that I didn't have a chance to change out of my jammies so I can go right back to sleep")

The sad part is that Ben's going to come home tonight and ask what I did today and I'm going to say, "nothing."