day in, day out

my day, the condensed version.
roll out of bed.
get greeted by my sweet six year old who is already dressed and ready to go.
pour cereal.
make lunches.
take my blood pressure meds.
get Blake, who is waiting patiently in his bed.
wake up Addy.
talk Addy into wearing pants since it's chilly outside.
agree to let her get in the car wearing only her red blanket.
drop off Aubrey.
donut run for Addy.
egg McMuffin run for me.
take a bite at the exact moment I smell Blake's poopy diaper.
change diaper.
make Addy put on clothes.
play outside with the kids.
take sidewalk chalk out of Blake's mouth.
color with Addy.
clean whatever piece of furniture that Addy has colored on.
talk to Addy in a firm but fair voice that we only color on paper.
put a puzzle together with Addy.
pull the toilet bowl brush out of Blake's hand.
put Blake down for a nap.
try to run on treadmill only to discover it is broken.
decide to clean instead.
discover gum on the carpet.
talk to Addy in a firmer tone about throwing chewed gum in the trashcan.
can't take her seriously because she's wearing panties and a tiara.
get Blake up from his nap.
eat lunch, maybe sit for the first time all day.
read Addy a book.
watch horrible cartoons.
watch Blake take a few steps.
remove ping pong ball from Blake's mouth.
talk Addy into putting clothes on again.
check facebook on the ipad while sitting in the pick-up line at Aubrey's school.
listen to the girls bicker for a good thirty minutes until they realize they love playing together.
snack.
start cooking dinner.
daddy's home!
realize the kids are being way too quiet.
discover permanent marker on the wood floors.
finally lose it with Addy.
eat dinner, talk about our day.
laugh.
decide to go on a family walk.
discover a new park.
listen to Addy cry about peeing her pants on the slide.
help her finish peeing by a tree.
watch Aubrey's face light up when she finishes the monkey bars for the first time.
crack up at Blake holding on for dear life in the swing.
crack up at Addy for just being Addy.
finally make it home.
bathtime.
reading time.
receive a note from Aubrey that says "I luf you mom, you re the bist mom iver"
hugs.
kisses.
read another story.
one more night night hug and kiss.
bring water.
turn on night lights.
just one more hug and kiss.
watch sweet babies fall asleep.
one more kiss on the cheek.
feel overwhelmed by love.
feel thankful for this life I have.
go to bed.
repeat in the morning.

really?

I ask myself this question so many times in a week, so I thought it would be fun to document the reasons why this comes up so freakin' often! I am sure this will be the first of many "really?" posts...

Really, Blake? You're only 11 months old! I mean, really??


Really, Aubrey? Do you want to have a heart attack at age 6? I mean, really?

Really, random idiot? Why in the world would you choose to haul your broken down house on mopac, causing a serious traffic jam, on perhaps, THE rainiest day in the history of Austin? I mean, really?

Really, Adelyn? Could you be any cuter right now? I mean, really...