Got a full plate?

Me too. Woke up this morning to find the baby covered in powder. How he managed to get his hands on it, from the crib, I'll never know. He looked like an extra from Memoirs of a Geisha, or maybe a Gwen Stefani back-up dancer. Clean up was a bitch, but at least it smelled nice.

Every mom knows to give herself a little extra time to accomodate the unexpected, so I managed. In fact, like every morning, I managed to get up, get my daughter up and ready for school (get dressed, wash face, brush teeth, double check homework, sign crap for teacher, add note to lunchbox, last minute spelling word practice, etc), get the baby up, cleaned up and dressed and make everyone breakfast. Not to mention empyting and reloading the dishwasher, picking up trash the dog-horse ripped open and had strewn throughout the house and, well, you get it. In the same amount of time my husband managed to take a shower and get dressed for work. Men have it rough.

Perhaps the highlight of the morning was when I asked my husband to PLEASE roll the trash can out and he (politely even) said yes. This is a big deal. Or perhaps the highlight was when he texted me approximately ten minutes after he left "Forgot to roll out trash. Please do so now." NO WAIT, I think it was when I went to take out the trash, discovered it was pouring rain, tripped over some psycho stray cat that likes to pretend I'm its mommy, let loose a string of expletives before noticing the neighbor watching me in horror (why aren't they USED to it by now?) and realized, while outside in the rain, that I had left my sun roof open. GOOD MORNING MOMMY!

So now I sit, dripping, nose running, in front of my laptop. Venting and Diet Coke -miracle cures! It's 8:57. Dare I ask "What's next?" ARE YOU CRAZY? I never ask questions I don't already know the answer to!