so, it’s 11 am and i feel like i’ve been running for 2 days.
the husband is running the sporting life 10k run…which is all well and good for him…and i am so jealous that he’s lost 15 pounds and is, like, days away from hsi goal weight…but…a sunday? seriously?

my morning started at about 7:15.
Isabella up.
yelling.
giant poo. change her.
7:25.
emily up.
I WANNA WATCH TV!
isabella eats the flyers.
7:35.
joshua up.
I DON’T WANNA WATCH THIS. IT’S A GIRL SHOW. I WANNA GO DOWNSTAIRS AND HAVE BREAKFAST.
isabella eats more flyers.
breakfast.
clean and dress isabella.
clean the high chair. ew.
clean the glass table. ew.
dress emily.
dress joshie.
frantically search for joshie’s shoes, a gift for jonah, a gift bag.
manage get all 4 of us out of the house at 9:45. not bad. party starts at 9:50. race there.
cripes.
no gas. no money, either. husband has confiscated both my debit and my credit cards.
MOMMY, I’M SCARED OF THUNDER WHEN IT RAINS.
(it’s a gorgeous day out, even if it’s too cold for May)
JOSHIE, JUST PRETEND THAT THUNDER IS LITTLE FARTS FROM THE SKY. THEN IT’S NOT SCARY.
thanks, Emily.
(shit, there’s something in my contact. i can’t see. makes for very difficult driving)
MOMMY?
yessy?
ARE WE ALMOST THERE?
CAN WE WATCH A MOVIE?
ISABELLA JUST SPIT UP!
(fuck, really can’t see. rub eyes in hopes of making it better. know i’m only making it worse).

10:05. hate being late. drop emily off.
MOMMY, NOT THE EMILY’S GONE, I’M THE ONLY ONE IN THE BACK.
no, you’re not. bella’s back there.
NO, BELLA IS IN THE FRONT.
actually, we’re both wrong. she’s in the middle. i’m in the front.
NO! SHE’S IN THE FRONT.
no.
(argh. my eye. i really can’t see)
YES!
no.
YES! YOU’RE WRONG!
okay. fine. she’s in the front.
(shit…i’m totally going to run out of gas. why did i agree to surrender my cards? check my cash…hmmm…i have exactly 3 dollars and 47 cents. probably enough gas to get me home….ah, eureka! i have an esso speedpass. woohoo! it’s on my keychain! it’s like someone gave me free money! aha! we WILL make it home after all!)

10:30. get home. throw isabella in her crib.
MOMMY, WE NEED A PRESENT FOR ATARA.
jesus. joshie, the present we bought for atara last week? it’s in the closet in isabella’s room.
NO! I CAN’T GO WITHOUT A PRESENT.
yes, you’ll just bring it to school tomorrow.
hysterical crying.
more of the same.
i pop a reese’s peanut butter bite into his mouth.
crying stops.
put on his shoes.

joshie gets picked up for his party. isabella’s asleep. and now i have a whole 15 minutes to myself before i have to go and pick up emily at her party. and then pick up joshie and kyra from their party.

my goodness…i love sundays….
and this post is dedicated to single mothers everywhere.
i have no fucking clue how you do it without collapsing.