I kinda feel bad that TubaDad had to wear a down parka today...

...while we spent the day in swimsuits and shorts. I'm pretty sure his high temp for the day was thirty-something. Plus, the weather was so bad at his destination airport that he spent three hours on the ground before they'd even let his plane take off yesterday. I think he got in at 3am and then had a meeting at 7am. Eeesh. But then, just when I start to really feel sorry for him, I remember that my day wasn't all that relaxing either. It went something like this: 3 am: First wakeup. Little Ree is inconsolable that she peed in her bed and I have to change all of the linens, clean her up, make sure she's not psychologically scarred, then stumble back to bed. (Note to self: the penalty for being stupid and giving her milk right before bed and then forgetting to have her use the restroom is a harsh one.) 4:30 am: Second wakeup. Ro bursts into my bedroom crying that her leg hurts. Sit up and concentrate on breathing and acting sympathetic. Give her a little Tylenol and send her back to bed. Lie awake for a couple of hours being pissed off that I'm not asleep. 7 am: Third (and final) wakeup. Wake groggily to hear Ree repeatedly saying "Mama? Mama, why you not awake?" Rrrr. Try to act loving, prop everyone up with pillows in my bed, and turn on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, hoping they'll just sit quietly for a little while. The show mentioned something about making smoothies, so I (not thinking) asked if they wanted to make fruit smoothies for breakfast someday. They instantly leapt out of bed and ran downstairs chattering and squealing that I should hurry up. I sat there in disbelief for a few seconds, wondering what was wrong with my brain, then went downstairs to start our day (which ended up being kind of busy, despite the fact that we didn't have any plans to start with). 7:15 am: Explained how to make breakfast smoothies (blueberries, a banana, milk, a strawberry/banana yogurt) and let Ro and Ree do it all themselves. Only one minor disaster with the yogurt, ho hum. 8 am: Tried out our new morning-time chart, which will let me actually take a shower in the morning while letting the girls feel good about being independent. Double bonus! I printed out a column for Ro and one for Ree, put pictures of the things they need to do in each row, and put it in a sheet protector. They use a wipe-off pen to put a mark in the box beside each task that they finish—brush teeth, get dressed, breakfast, shoes, hair, vitamin, etc. Their "marks" kind of crack me up, by the way. 9:30 am: Spent about an hour at the local bouncy play area. 11:30 am: Made quesadillas for lunch and attempted to sing Justin Roberts songs with the girls (they were, once again, astounded that I do not know all the words or any of the song orders). Noon: Played various wild games with blankets and stuffed animals. 1 pm: Went to Baskin Robbins for icecream. The girls got their current (mildly disgusting) fave of purple, green, and blue sherbet. I went with a classic—seriously, how can you go wrong with mint chip? 1:30 pm: Returned a couple of things to Target and bought a few more. Ensured the girls' compliance with the promise of one dollar-bin item each. (God bless that dollar-bin aisle and the genius who came up with it.) 2:30 pm: Went to the pool to take advantage of the only day of sun we're supposed to have in the next week. They swam, I took a few pics with my new birthday purse camera, which may or may not be staying (it's a Canon S90). 4 pm: Watched the girls play outside with their bikes, scooters, and chalk. Originally I watched from inside while I did laundry, until I heard them run through the house saying "we need car keys" and head for the garage. ???!!! Decided I should really take a more active role in supervising their play today. 5:30 pm: Made a nice, well-rounded dinner, and for some inexplicable reason the only part the girls wanted to eat was broccoli. They ate all of theirs, asked for and ate seconds, then asked if they could have the remaining green stuff on my plate. Nice, but weird... 6:30 pm: Played CandyLand for the six-hundredth time (wondered if the girls would even notice if the game just "disappeared"...). 7 pm: Put the girls to bed while they pissed and moaned that they were NOT tired and wanted to stay up later. Ree was asleep in 2 minutes, and it took Ro 5 minutes—I know because I walked downstairs, grabbed Ree's blanket, and immediately walked back upstairs to give it to her. 7:15 pm: Cleaned up the kitchen and family room. Decided the rest of the disaster zone could wait until tomorrow. 8 pm: Sat down on the couch (and groaned). Heaved myself back up, poured a glass of wine, then sat back down (and groaned again). 8:40 pm: Hit publish on this blog post and went to bed. (Ok, that last one probably won't happen, but it's sure nice to dream!) Anyhow, TubaDad, if you're reading this, I think we both deserve to have incredibly boring days tomorrow!