Woken up at 7:30 by my three year old’s voice on the baby monitor calling out, “Momma, Momma, Momma, Momma, Momma, Momma, Momma.”

“Remy… why are you sitting on your bed calling for me?”
“Because I want you to make me breakfast.”
“But why didn’t you just come get me?”
“Because I didn’t want to come in your room and wake the baby.”

Served Blueberries, Grapes, Strawberries, Graham Crackers and milk  to all three kids for breakfast.

Changed and dressed the baby. Put the baby in the playpen.

“Mom, can we have a treasure hunt today?”
“Today?”
“Yeah. Pleeeeeeeeeeeease.”
“Ok, I’ll make one for this afternoon.”
“Yessss!”

Ignored the clean laundry that needs to be put away. I’ll do that this afternoon.

Make myself an omelette and a cup of coffee.

“Kids go play in your room until 9:30.”
“Do we have to?”
“Yes.”

Ate my breakfast, checked my email, facebook, and blog.

Visited this blog

And this blog

And this blog
And this blog
Discovered this blog
And this blog

Took a shower.

“Mom can I watch the new Max and Ruby?”
“Ok.”

“Mom can I start my math?”
“YES!” (That’s one of my favorite kind of questions.)

Cleaned up the kitchen.
Ignored a phone call and let the answering machine get it.
Answered math questions.
Settled an argument about who could sit where in the living room so that everyone involved could be happy.

“Mom I’m hungry. Can I have a brownie milkshake like on Max and Ruby?”
“We don’t have any brownies.”
“You could make some.”
“Turn off the TV.”
“Why?”
“Because TV time is over.”
“Can we have a milkshake?”
“No.”
“Why?’
“Because it’s lunchtime.”

Prepare and serve applesauce, strawberries, string cheese, ham sandwiches, and cheetohs for lunch.
Serve nothing for myself because I just finished breakfast.
Pour out my cold coffee that I never got a chance to finish.

“Why don’t I have any applesauce?”
“Because there wasn’t enough for both of you so I gave you strawberries instead.”
“Hey Remy, wanna trade?”
“No.”
“Maaaan.”

Ignored the clean dishes that need to be put away. I’ll do that when it’s time to make dinner.

Wash bird poop off of swings in the back yard. Come back inside.

“Remy, why is part of your sandwich laying in the middle of the kitchen floor?”
“Oh I’m so sorry mom. I tried to catch it when it fell but I was too late.”
“Yes, but you should have picked it up after it fell.”
“I should?”
“Yes… you should.”

Cleaned up the kitchen floor.

Picked up the baby, put the baby on the floor to walk, took a pen away from the baby, snuggled the baby, took the remote control away from the baby, played with the baby, took a box of Kix away from the baby.

Cleaned up spilled Kix on the carpet.

Put the baby down for a nap.

“Mom, why is the world created?”

“Mom what happens when birds eat their poop?”

“Mom I can’t find where my head hole is.”

Helped put a sweatshirt on my three year old.

“Bye mom, have fun staying inside.”
“Oh I will…. Shut the door behind you.”
“Where?”
“The screen door… behind you.”
“Here?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.”

Proceed to document the wondrous events that have just taken place on a typical Thursday morning. (Not all mornings are this slow. Sometimes I don’t ignore the laundry, the phone, and the dishes… but some mornings… I do.)

Post to blog.

Breathe a sigh of satisfaction knowing I have gotten a message to the outside world. There is life here.

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