The Agenda

Cyrus and I woke up before anyone else. We crept downstairs and made breakfast for the little boys / packed lunch for the big boy (Noah).

Listened to Wyatt come downstairs and tell me that puppies are not afraid of being flushed down the potty because no one really gets flushed down the potty.

Made myself a big bowl of steel cut oatmeal. Almost got to eat my oatmeal before I was needed to turn on an episode of Super Hero Squad.

Seized the moment when the stars aligned: big boys watching Super Hero Squad, baby napping. I jumped on the treadmill.

Daydreamed through my run about having a yard and all of the things I would do including: set up a slip n' slide, plant a garden, and have backyard summer bbqs.

Showered, put on make-up, almost got to the oatmeal, but Cyrus woke up. And as Judge Judy says, "Your kid eats before you do." So, I fed him.

Wallowed around on the couch with Wyatt doing nothing.

Washed dishes and realized that I was hungry. It was 11. Boys snacked on Doritos and pink kool-aid. I ate my oatmeal.

Almost took a nap. Remembered that the harder you work the better you feel.

Loaded up the kids. Went to the library. Library was closed.

I was bugged and not about to go back to my house after I spent so long getting everybody dressed.

No, we took the trip to Target and bought two very important items: deodorant and soap.

Came home.

Almost took another nap. I watched Tyler's Ultimate instead and decided I needed to eat a jazzed up grilled cheese sometime soon.

Coaxed Wyatt to put his underwear back on. Threatened to call Santa if the boys didn't clean up their mess on the floor.

Made Cyrus smile by saying, "Yes you are!" in a high pitched, sweet voice. (documented by Calvin, see photo).

Made chili for dinner, talked to Steph.

Actually had to call Santa and tell him the boys weren't listening to their Mom. He told me to tell them that they had one more chance to pick up their junk or else they would go on the naughty list.

Sighed a sigh of relief as I overlooked my clean living room. (Thanks Santa).

Noah came home, and I felt myself relax.

We ate dinner.

I didn't like dinner.

Bugged that I wasted by points on that dinner.

Washed dishes, talked to Jaime.

We all took turns playing Super Mario World, but only Noah could get 99 extra men. I tried, but I kept losing Yoshi and my cape.

I am better at Tetris.

Sent Wyatt to bed early for being cu-razy and not listening for the billionenth time today.

Listened to Noah sleep-breath on the couch as he fell asleep during "Ultimate Gingerbread House" Competition.

Sent Calvin to bed after a gratuitous episode of Spongebob.

Sent Cyrus to bed all snugged up in his sleeper sack jammies. (He's the sweetest).

Swept the floor, took out the trash, and settled into "the green chair" for a little bit of TV.

The end.