5:30 a.m. -- Phone call from school district, school on 2 hour delay. Could have told them that last night and not at, oh, I don't know, FIVE EFFING THIRTY IN THE MORNING.
7:00 a.m. -- Phone call from school district, school canceled.
7:10 a.m. -- Children up. Hunger Games begin.
8:30 a.m. -- Children playing well together.
8:45 a.m. -- Children not playing well together.
|A literal dogpile.|
9:00 a.m. -- Give up and start movie marathon. Escape to shower.
9:15 a.m. -- Get out of shower to this. 3-year-old apparently managed to go on a bender? (No actual vomit content, thank ALL the gods.)
Throughout morning until approximately 10:30 a.m. -- In negotiations with family friend to send reinforcements. Request denied. Attempt to bribe with promise of luxury boat. Request denied. Burned boat. Literally.
10:45 a.m. - 12:30 a.m. -- Exercise regime consisted of doing chores with a 55-pound dead weight on one leg and a 30-pound dead weight on the other. Weights kindly alternated so as not to build up muscle mass disproportionately.
12:45 a.m. -- Begin "nap" time. If by "nap" one means putting a child who isn't going to actually sleep into a bed from which they cannot escape and leaving them there until one has completed the things one needed to get done.
2:00 p.m. -- Snow stopped briefly. Went outside to shovel steps and driveway. Cleared driveway just in time for snow plow to drive by (for the first time all day) and push snow from road into my cleared area. F%@# him anyway.
3:00 p.m. -- Give up and order yarn.
4:00 p.m. -- The Witching Hour starts early.
6:00 p.m. -- Since asphalt now visible on roadway, strap children into vehicle and proceed to town to order dinner, because hell if there will be cooking tonight.
|Sucks to live with, but doesn't suck to look at.|
6:30 p.m. -- The Witching Hour Part II. (Considering renaming this the Witching Half Day.)
8:00 p.m. -- Children in bed, proceed to work on assignment (FINALLY). Receive phone call from school district. 2 hour delay tomorrow. Develop eye twitch.