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What do I do all day?

It's nearing the end of another day, and I again feel like I haven't gotten anything done, yet I'm totally exhausted.
Here's a rundown of my day.
4:55 a.m. wake up, pee, dress, go work out at the gym for an hour.
6:30 zombie-walk through walmart picking up odds & ends for an impromptu birthday lunch. and diapers. and scented oil plug-ins. you know, the basics.
7:00 a.m. come home, shower, eat, chase kids, dress kids, settle kid disputes. kiss husband goodbye for the day as he goes out to climb ladders and bring bacon.
8:00 a.m. start laundry for lucy. move my laundry to dryer. fold towels that were in dryer since....? then vacuum, sweep, clean counters, and straighten bathroom. bake cinnamon cake.
9:00 a.m. feed kids a snack, then load up (buckle one, buckle two, check buckle on three) and drive to dollar tree for party decorations.
9:20 a.m. penny breaks a very ugly knick-knack at dollar tree.
9:40 a.m. finally out of dollar tree. start driving home (buckle, buckle, check), then remember mandarin oranges. doh!
9:45 a.m. stop at target for oranges (unbuckle, unbuckle, fetch a cart). reminder from lucy that her foot warts are back, so we grab a packet of clear away as well. leave target (buckle, buckle, check).
10:00 a.m. home again. one hour until my mom is coming for her birthday party. tape up crepe paper. blow up balloons. grill chicken breast. assemble asian chicken salads. put rolls in the oven. light candles to mask hideous dog smell. change diaper, make preschooler go pee against his will. he makes a puddle. clean up puddle. put frosting on cinnamon cake.
11:00 mimi arrives! kids are in heaven. we eat. we sing. then the kids are entertained by her so i start back on folding laundry, after emptying lunch dishes and clearing the table.
1:00 mimi leaves. turn on movie for rest time. littlest one falls asleep on the floor; other two start demanding snacks. i take a break and read an antianxiety book for 20 minutes.
1:30 make snacks. popcorn. then yogurt. then preschooler poops so he gets a chocolate. putting away more laundry. hanging out with the kids and preparing family home evening lesson, paying bills, and journaling my diet for the day.
3:30 leave the house (buckle, buckle, check). take overdue book back to library. take oldest to gymnastics. middle kid falls asleep and wakes up as a beast. watch oldest do flips and balance beam. more demands for snacks and drinks.
5:00 come home. start cooking beans, cutting lettuce and onions for dinner. stop to blow up balloons for kids so they can play 'balloon ball' and put balloons under their shirts. stop to let dog out. stop to let dog in.
6:00 dinner with the sweet family. best part of the day!
6:30 family home evening. i teach a lesson on the creation. we watch two video clips and then do a flannel board story of creation circles.
7:00 vacuum again. put kids into bathtub. appease arguments about who gets the front.
7:30 read stories, tuck in kids.
8:00 more laundry. does it ever end? open up my newly-repaird laptop. so far, so good.

I'm pooped. And we didn't even do any school work today - it was a 'holiday' because it was my mom's birthday. Planning the decorations and menu was a good learning experience. (yeah... that's it... learning experience!)

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  1. WOW! What a day! make me tired to even read about it.

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