5:30 Leave work and start my commute home.
6:00 Arrive at home to greet yowling cats, sniffling girls, and a delicious dinner of salmon burgers and brussels sprouts, cooked by What's-His-Darling.
6:30 Begin cutting out the first of 18 valentines I'm helping Smedley make for her class party. Never have made real crafts with the girls, so this is my first time out of the barn. Penguins made from eight construction paper hearts, and then decorated. A huge success, only it's nearly killing me.
7:30 What's-His-Daddy begins reading Sparky a golf magazine as a prelude to bedtime (his or hers, I don't know).
8:00 Smedley joins What's-His-Daddy and Sparky in the recliner for a bedtime story about Tiger Woods' latest golf triumph, leaving Mommy to cut out the construction paper hearts all by her lonesome.
8:30 Sparky has a meltdown and lands in bed, only half an hour late. Smedley helps with the valentines for a while longer.
9:00 Smedley heads off to bed, although she says she won't be able to sleep. "Right," I say. "Whatever you do, DON'T FALL ASLEEP. Just keep your eyes closed and don't talk." "Okay," she answers. Be careful what you wish for.
10:00 Have three of the valentines completely done, decorated by Smedley, and drying around the room. Only 15 more to go. (Note to self: one needs a calendar when monitoring the drying of glitter glue.)
11:00 Finish three more, ready for Smedley to decorate, and have half of the others cut out and stacked in neat piles to be glued Wednesday night.
12:00 Clean up, check on the kids, discover that Smedley is still awake. She has lain awake silently, working her way through a roll of toilet paper (we're out of Kleenex) and throwing the little wads onto the floor. Now she's exhausted and weepy. Calm her down and stagger to bed.
12:30 Climb into my own bed next to What's-His-Snoring and adjust covers.
12:31 Smedley appears at door, more teary than ever, and wants to sleep with Mama. What's-His-Hero gets up without a word and heads for Smedley's bed. Adjust pillows, toilet paper, blankets, cat, teddy bear, blankets again. Move Smedley over about two feet. Move Smedley over AGAIN. Adjust blankets again and settle down to sleep.
12:35 Hear the most gawdawful yacking sound ever coming from the foot of the bed. Sit bolt upright in time to shove Stella the Walking Hairball off the end of the bed. Stick hand out to determine if she indeed threw up and -- EWWWWWWWWW. Remove wool blanket (it would be wool) from bed, carry to bathroom and spot clean to the best of my bleary ability. Return to bed, where entire adjusting ceremony must be repeated twice more, along with detailed explanations about the need to BLOW one's nose, not merely SNIFF the snots.
12:40:10 SNIFF SNIFF
at which point I am on the verge of tears and ready to get into my car in my big t-shirt and drive down the road to my parents' house and fumble around in the dark for the hide-a-key and go crawl into their guest bed. And cry.
JUST-GO-TO-SLEEP! Alrighty then. GOOD NIGHT.
1:00 "Mama, did you know that Stella is purring? She likes it when I scratch her chin." SIGH. GO. TO. SLEEP.
1:30 "Mama, I still have snots."
6:45 Get up, fifteen minutes later than I should have, and head for the shower.
(Photo stolen from these guys)
7:15 Return home from work and bell choir practice. Eat delicious dinner of meat and stinky vegetables What's-His-Martha has prepared.
7:30 Frantically start the remaining valentines. Smedley did three today on her own, but of course she had to completely reorganize the neat little parts packets I had prepared. Sigh. Only twelve more to go.
We got all but two finished and lined up to dry when the glue stick ran out, so her teacher and one aid each got a large heart with
And no more &*#$@%! glitter glue.