A day in my life.

1:00am. Dog barks nonstop at something.... rodent outside perhaps due to keeping outside lights on all night when Daddy's out of town?

This awakes baby. She can't stop coughing. She's almost five. Get the hell out of my bed. Please.

Give up and read a few chapters of Mad About the Boy. Impressed, glad bookclub chose it, as I would never have chosen myself feeling I've, surely, outgrown Bridget Jones.

4:00am, Anna's finally asleep in my bed, I sneak out to guest room.

6:00am, I sleep through alarm but not Anna, who is, as is usual with a poorly slept Anna, hyper and bouncing on my bed.

Glorious coffee, glorious coffee.

Get kids to school, screech into driveway anticipating nap, and dog who goes on school runs with us now that she's  learned not to jump out at drop off, pukes in front seat.

Once that is clean, crawl into bed. Gotta read to Nicki's class at 1.