7am- lay in bed and listen while the Mr. gets dressed for work.

7:30- stumble out of bed and make coffee, prepare to nod and smile while the Mr. grumbles over the news. It’s too early for opinions, I just want to drink my coffee.

8:00- the Mr. rattles the house closing the front door, and Lil Man wakes up and immediately curls up in my lap. Spent 15 minutes chasing him trying to get a clean diaper on him. He is still diapered because his idea of potty training involves seeing how many things he can pee on before I catch him.

8:30- the 4yo stumbles into the room requesting chocolate milk and cartoons.

9:07- Spent 37 minutes starting the already loaded dishwasher (forgot to run it overnight), taking out the trash, realizing we were completely out of trash bags, hunting for plastic shopping bags to use in stead, clearing 1/8th of the kitchen table, turning the tv back around so that both children can see it (Lil Man kept turning it towards his side of the room), pull Lil Man off the step stool where he was trying to get chocolate his oldest sister left down too low, realize I made coffee at 8:30 and left it next to the fish, let the dog in, changed the cartoon, grabbed a pack of crackers (I need to eat before taking my meds) but only ate one……half, I think Lil Man stole it off the table and ate it himself. OH! I tossed some laundry in the washer and hit start…

9:46- dd11 is whining about oatmeal, and wondering why I STILL haven’t bought waffles. I have successfully (I think) negotiated something between the two little ones….  not sure who won but everyone stopped yelling. Printed out lesson plans for the big girls from my Homeschool Helper App.

The oldest is JUST now eating breakfast. No one has started school work.

10:45- still nudging girls to finish breakfast. Reminded hubby to take days off for the Homeschool Convention…. trying not to panic that after saying he took the days off, he told me he’s being sent out of town all week….and maybe the week after too. (focus on the positive: cheaper grocery bill)

I’m also going trough our folders and seeing what we have left to do (we are WAY behind) and reallocating them into the last 10 folders since I’ve decided to do 10 more weeks of school (yes, through the summer) to catch up.

11:18- Neighbor is watching Lil Man outside with her boys, dd8 reluctantly reading her History lesson, dd11 has spent 15 minutes finding her pencil pouch and extra pencils before starting her math work.

12:37- sigh. now have two kids playing with neighbor, both girls crying over math. One is refusing to watch the tutorial video even though she is devastated that she got all the problems wrong. She admitted she didn’t know how to do it, but that she would figure it out on her own. I am devouring a bag of Doritos to keep from sounding frustrated.

2:39- school done. kicked kids outside for a mandatory hour of sunshine since we’ve been stuck inside for days. Found a cool pdf Colors and Shapes Game and Activity Pack from Eastern Wind Academy on my hard drive and printed it out…. maybe by next school year I’ll get the stuff laminated for Bubbagirl to start Kindergarten. The girls emptied the dishwasher and I loaded it, and we started another load of laundry. I’m feeling run down already, and my eyes have started to burn a little.

2:43- 2yo came in crying because his big sister took rain water from the rusty dirty wagon and dumped it on his head, claiming they were both hot. She, who is 11, still can’t figure out why I laughed when she asked me for a towel- because she is now cold. She didn’t get a towel, he did get a dry shirt.

5:39- managed to make the Mr. some of Pioneer Woman’s White Chicken Enchiladas (total cooking fail) and he’s late getting home. I roped in the girls to finish their school work and after a pretty obnoxious meltdown over math with the 11-year-old, she finished her fractions work pretty quickly.

7:41- Hung out with neighbors, done. Enchiladas, despite how they looked, tasted pretty good; and I don’t even like enchiladas. I’m sitting on my bed with three girls in my bathroom tub while hubby drowns bathes the boy in the front bathroom. The kids leave (at least three of them) tomorrow around lunchtime for a weekend with Mr’s parents. I have not even begun to pack their stuff. There is still a load of laundry in the wash. The kitchen is a wreck. The Pioneer Woman uses a lot of pots and bowls ya’ll. The living room looks completely undone and it was just brought to my attention that the girls stopped up the front toilet again. With any luck, there will be only a small flood on the bathroom floor, a quick snack and a bedtime filled with more laughing than crying. I won’t hold my breath, but I can pray for a miracle.