Wednesday

I set my alarm, but the volume was off. Woke up a little late.

Griffin dyed his hands and fingers black with my mascara while I was distracted squeezing myself into a pair of Spanx.

Griffin also emptied out every single drawer in my bathroom, unloaded a basket of newly folded clean clothes and found some blue fingerpaint in the pantry and painted his formerly black hands (and shirt and cheeks!) blue. (This all occurred while I brushed my hair and loaded a diaper bag. Kid can do some serious damage in a very short period of time. It's a gift.)

Aidan mentioned he heard at school that "McCain is a president" and I had to brainwash him over his bowl of (quite nutritious) Lucky Charms that Obama is really our guy. (And make sure you mention that to your (Republican brainwasher!) teachers today okay?)

After getting one child on the bus, two children off to daycare and myself off to work and meetings and more work, I get THE call: Brennan has a fever and must be picked up from daycare. I pack up a ton of work and race out of the office in a frenzy. In order to bring Brennan home, I have to wake up poor little Griffin who finally had settled down for a nap. The ride home was a chorus of competing hysteria. (Me included.)

My Aunt Nancy who gets Aidan off the bus for me on Wednesdays offers to take Aidan with her to my cousin's basketball game to leave me with one less child. She also offers to stop at a store and fill my medicine cabinet with Motrin. Yes, she's a saint and yes, I adore her.

While most children refuse food when they have a high fever, Brennan consumes three yogurts, two bowls of plain noodles, a cup of goldfish crackers, a frozen fruit bar and a gogurt in approximately two hours. The kid has an appetite when he is drugged.

I put all three kids to bed and commence baking for Aidan's Valentine's Party at school tomorrow. And then instead of doing ANY of the work I brought home, I pour myself a large glass of red wine and watch a dvred American Idol. (and I ate some cookies too. Who knew that red wine and chocolate taste really good together? 'Cause they do.)

I think I need to go to bed now. Note to self: must remember to turn my volume up on my alarm!