[kiss my crisis]

A Day In The Life

Date, this Wednesday.

Up at 8am, kids are half-ready for school. Make lunches, inspect teeth and hair, pile three children into the van and off to school.

Back home again by 9am, I work on my computer (I have a marketing company) while juggling requests for snacks, glasses of juice, and listening to long rambling stories about the last episode of Crazy Town. It's now 11:30, time to get me and the four year old dressed - preschool starts at 12:30. I have plans to go to the bank, return movies, go for a long walk and get some more work done while he's in school so get my gear together for that as well.

Half-dressed and the phone is ringing: husband has a tummy ache and needs to be picked up from work. No, not after I drop off the boy at school, before. Throw on a hat, pull on pants, chuck a cereal bar and some milk into a lunchbox, hurl boy into the van. Race downtown to make this unscheduled pick up, race back uptown to school - boy is safe in Preschool, we made it on time. Make sick husband wait in the van while I return the movies but scrap the bank for today. The walk will have to be around the neighbourhood instead of at the park as planned.

Home again, husband tucked into the couch with a blanket, walk finished, I try to get some work done while juggling requests for soup, tea, and listening to long rambling stories about the sports highlights. I lay down on the other couch and try to catch a 20 minute power nap before I have to go get the kids.

It's now 2:45, time for the pick-up routine to start. I drive to the Preschool, pick up boy, drive to the Elementary school, pick up big kids. Back home and it is time to get dinner started because I have to work tonight at my other job. (I work in a little British pub two nights a week because, you know, they have grown ups there - and no kids.)

Big kids are doing their homework, dinner is on the stove, all husband has to do is dish it out when they're ready to eat - the house is quiet. I check on him before running out the door to pull a 7 hour shift on my feet slinging drinks and he looks up at me and says: You should really make more time for yourself. You wouldn't be so tired if you went to the gym every day.

...and then I wraped my cold hands around his skinny little neck and killed him.

3 comments! kim e posted at 9:02 AM
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Just don't call him K-Fed...

As if we didn't already know that this guy was a tool, check out this clip of Kevin Federline listening to his new dance single. You know when you feel embarassed for someone else and it's painful to watch? Like that.

1 comments! kim e posted at 9:41 AM
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Signs of success?

I quite possibly have the best husband and children around.

I woke up this morning in a state of panic, jumping out of bed with the knowledge that it was 8:33 and we were going to be late! School starts at 8:55...this is not enough time.

But they were up! They were dressed! Their bags were packed! There were some hair issues to solve but that's small potatoes.

My gorgeous husband had gotten them out of bed before going to work early this morning. The lovely little angels got dressed, had breakfast, and made their own healthy (!!) lunches all by themselves. These are eight and eleven year old children whom I normally have to poke and prod with sticks and sharp utensils to get them ready for school on time.

Think this is a sign that maybe we're doing something right?

2 comments! kim e posted at 9:03 AM
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Absence makes the heart grow fonder...right?

I'm home. Thank God. And slightly recovered from an entire month of living every minute of my life to please other people (aka 'the holidays') topped off with a business trip to Vegas.

Five days of vodka, stale air, slot machines, fake smiles, sleep deprivation, and the reak of American cigarettes EVERYWHERE is enough to make me get down on my knees and kiss the land I live on. Seriously people, how can you smoke those things? I've never been a smoker and cigarettes in general are incredibly disgusting, but the American ones? They smell like horse manure! Do Americans really smoke that much or is the hedonistic orgy vibe in Vegas so strong that it brings out every sinful habit?

And the vodka, my friend Vodka. With cranberry juice, of course, because it was pretty much the only thing that passed through my lips in five days that had even the slightest trace of nutritional value. A Starbucks latte for breakfast, late lunch, the Vodka, and maybe some fingerfood at a cocktail party in the evening...for five days. Is it any wonder why I retained ten pounds of water and felt thouroughly poisoned and toxic by the time I got home? I am surprised the whites of my eyes weren't turning yellow as my liver stopped functioning.

There were 160 THOUSAND people flying into Vegas for the same 5 day period I was there, for three different conventions. That's twice as many as live in my entire city. It was utter insanity.

But I'm home. And I'm eating vegetables. And drinking water. And NOT drinking The Vodka. And totally not sleeping still, but at least I'm home where the air is fresh and life is clean. And I didnt even need Rehab.