For the first time in 11 years, Traci is taking a (well-deserved) vacation, spending the weekend with her mom and sisters in St. George. For the next four days, I'll be on my own with the little monsters.
Here's how day one went down.
8:15 a.m. Drove the carpool to school. Loaded up the Sutherlands, drove to the neighbors, drove to the other neighbors, dropped Paige off at the elementary school, and then headed to the preschool where I had to wait with the three rambunctious preschoolers (and Tate) for 15 minutes until school started. Exhausting.
9:30 a.m. Cleaned the kitchen.
11:00 a.m. My mom comes over to help me whip my yard into shape (and to laugh at Tate's nonstop talking).
Noon. Curtis comes back home from preschool
1:00 p.m. Tate goes down for a nap.
2:30 p.m. While trying to spray weeds in my backyard, I hit my on a branch of our cherry tree so hard that I thought I wouldn't be able to get back up again.
2:31 p.m. I get back up again.
3:00 p.m. Load up the boys and head off to pick up Paige.
4:00 p.m. Realize how incredibly tired I am and try unsuccessful to fool Tate into letting me take a nap while we play Punch Out on the Wii.
4:30 p.m. Play outside.
5:30 p.m. Warm up the dinner that Traci made for us, try to keep Tate from locking himself in the fridge (his f)avorite game).
6:45 p.m. Take Paige to dance class.
7:15 p.m. Wonder if Paige's herky-jerky, flailing dancing is actually some sort of jubilant exorcism.
8:30 p.m. Shoot hoops with Curtis.
9:00 p.m. Put the kids in bed.
9:15 p.m. Wonder how Traci does this every day.
When's she coming home?