4:15 am: Woken up by daughter. "Daddy, I threw up!" Console. Clean her face, change her PJs. Put her in my bed. Remove soiled linens (she managed to nail Dora square in the face, that's my girl!) and place in washer, fight back the urge to perform the liquid laugh. Over the past decade I have gotten over my vomitphobia (with snot being the sole body fluid that still grosses me out), but for some reason the load left on the comforter last night made me gag. Maybe it was the texture. It was chunkified! Go to sleep on the sofa.
7:00 am: "Daddy, breakfast! Put on Kids TV!" Make breakfast. Daughter says "I want bacon too!" I guess she is feeling OK now. Drink a can of V-8 Vegetable Juice. Sit down at the computer to catch up on Snowflake and see what cooking utensils or digital cameras the Instapundit is selling via his Amazon.com affiliate account. Surprise! He's not selling anything this morning. (Glenn, I know that you sometimes stop on by, and I appreciate it! I love ya, man. But the product pimping needs to be eased back.)
8:00-10:00 am: Mow, edge and trim the yard. I still catch myself watching for landmines, even though our dog passed away over a year ago. I guess it is a habit ingrained over 13 years. Son has fun cleaning the driveway with the blower. First time since March I didn't break into a sweat while doing yard chores. Yippee!
10:00-10:30 am: S, S & S. Emerge from the final S to hear the kids fighting over my iPod. They like that Tap Tap game. Beg and plead that they not drop it on the tile floor.
11:00-1:30 pm: At the Pack Committee Chair's house. Six Webelos are going for their Aquanaut pin, plus some cubbies are going for their swimming belt loops. After they leave, the Committee Chair and I work on perfecting the evening meal for next Saturday's campout: silver turtles. We learned that hash brown potatoes turn into a soggy, revolting mess. Better to use sliced potatoes. My kids refused to eat the results until it was layered with half a bottle of ketchup.
1:45-2:30 pm: Walmart.
2:45-3:15 pm: Snowflake update on CH.C. Why do I follow this train wreck? Because it is a real-life soap opera, only more entertaining and without commercial interruption. Second load of laundry.
3:15-4:00 pm: Velcro Catch. These things are great. My son is a lefty, my daughter is a righty, but she throws with her left arm. Go figure.
4:00-4:30 pm: Billz. Kids play Sonic Heroes.
4:30-5:30 pm: Kids still playing Sonic Heroes. Don't they ever get sick of this? I guess I shouldn't talk considering my addiction to Snowflake's tale. Third load of laundry. The chore I hate the most is folding, particularly denim pants. After folding seven pairs of briefs, I decide that next time I buy my son underwear it will be colored. You parents will know why. Check e-mail.
5:30-6:30 pm: CiCi's. The only place I hate more is Chuck E. Cheese. But kids love CiCi's. Only thing I can stand there is the soup and salad. The "pizza" is covered by some type of pre-melted cheese product with the consistency of Elmer's Glue. I experience strange sensations as the heat-activated braces on my teeth expand each time a hot spoonful of soup enters my mouth. My teeth hurt mildly, but I can already see the difference. Akubi: Do it.
6:30-7:45 pm: "Would you turn the PlayStation off? Enough!" After a nice tantrum ("Don't look at me!") the kids play with the roller coaster. This is a pretty cool toy for $20, BTW. It's a nice project that will take a few evenings to build, particularly when you just discover that your eyesight is no longer 20/20 and you need reading glasses.
7:45-8:30 pm: Bath time. Shower time. I marvel at the grime that is deposited on a child in just one day. Put fresh linens on daughter's bed. "Brush your teeth NOW!"
8:30-9:00 pm: Magic Tree House. Say prayers. Kisses and hugs.
9:00 pm: Start typing this. "Would you two go to sleep? NOW!"