Worst Part of the Day - I ascribe to a schedule in regard to the children. Just from reading that sentence you probably are thinking, what a psycho - but it's total self preservation. If you asked "oh what time do your boyz go to bed?" I could launch into a brief bedtime synopsis - dinner at 6 p.m., baths at 6:18 p.m., video for IMP at 6:30 p.m., bedtime for IMP at 7:00 p.m., video for SB at 7:00 p.m., six books for SB at 7:30 p.m., bedtime at 7:48 p.m. You may think "whoa, overly anal and organized." Unfortunately I'm neither, I just need to know when I'm done. Anyways, Saturdays usually consist me going to the gym in the morning and then taking both boyzs to the local Gymboree for some good ol' fashioned "let's tire the sam hill out of them". Since both boyz noses are running (quite amazingly, really, if you are into very thick green snot) and they sound as if they are going to make me go on a Marlboro Red run, we could not leave the house. I did get in the yoga class and thank GOD because ... well ... the SCHEDULE WAS THROWN ALL TO HELL. Deep, deep breathing now. In through the nose, out the mouth. Now this has not happened in months because the activities keep us on track. So when IMP wanted to take a nap at 10:45 a.m. (and by this I mean he could not keep his head up or his eyes open), I had to lay that kiddo down. I won't bore you with my morning schedule, but needless to say we were waaaay off. And so I had no break from kiddos the entire day and both are still under the weather and feeling cooped up I am sure. It was kind of a bummer for all of us. I mean how am I supposed to watch my DVR'd shows if they won't nap simultaneously?
Best Part of the Day - Does red wine and chocolate count? Good.
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