It's 10 am and I have already gotten 2 kids fed, dressed, blow dried Phoebe's hair (four days of frizzy braid hair and I couldn't take it any longer), looked for Phoebe's coat, gave Phoebe the "money doesn't grow on trees" speech when she finally admitted she thinks she lost it somewhere, sometime ago, scriptures read, and prayed off to school, helped Miles throw up, made him a bed on the couch, fed Margaret 3 breakfasts (one was a Creamie), made four beds, cleaned marker off three comforters, two sheets, and three pillowcases, drove Hugh to preschool, answered a frantic call from Owen to go to the school who said the Read-a-thon sheets were due today (a fact I told him last night and again this morning, but he had argued against passionately), drove to the school to find two Read-a-thon sheets in two boys' messy desks, filled them in, signed them, turned them in, reluctantly put off a PTA member who wants me to mime a turtle's dialogue in the Dr. Seuss Read-a-thon assembly on Tuesday by saying "email me. . . " came home checked my emails, balanced my checkbook, laughed really hard at Kacy's blog, read angry comments on my sister-in-laws blog, and formed three different responses to aforementioned comments in my head as I folded and put away laundry, made Miles and Margaret a smoothie, emptied the dishwasher, loaded the dishwasher, wiped down the kitchen with a semi-clean rag, put on "Yo Gabba Gabba" for Margaret and wrapped her up in 2 blankets (because the Smoothie made her "cooldeez!") and put away magazines, mail, and schoolwork in files.
Bring it on, Noon.