Dear KFC ...

I have thought of you often, though not as often as I did before(apparently the venting I did last time we spoke was most helpful). Though, I have to admit you came to mind today and I felt the need to share with you the kind of day I have had. Afterall, you seems so genuinely interested before in how us SAHM's spend our time.

As you previoulsy noted, your 'to do' list is similar to mine. You, like me probably had "gym", "clean house", "do laundry", and the like on your list today. As I, you probably got up and started to work diligently on your list.

This is where our similarities end. This is because YOU most likely had expectations of completing it with plenty of time to spare. You probably didnt think that it was possible that you wouldnt get at least one of the things on your list completed, or that you could possibly have to do one or all of them multiple times today with no evidence of them being done at all by the end of the day.

Let me walk you through a little bit of my day.

I got up, determined to go to the gym today. I have a goal to reach, and I have had a good week in that regard. No messing up that streak now! But, alas. Sick baby prevents this from happening. However, I am still determined to get my cardio in so use my OnDemand Exercise TV (very handy) and find a cardio workout that would suffice.

During this cardio workout, I stepped on one or both of children no less than 5 times. The same aforementioned small people thought that mommy on the floor was an invite to climb on her like a jungle gym, despite verbal encouragement to the contrary. My heart rate stayed up, even though I was frequently pausing and restarting as I was chasing the children during the times between lunges(I wonder how many calories THAT burned?!).

At one point, I realized that I was alone in the room, which only proved to increase my heartrate further. I found Sick Little Person, tired of wearing the diaper that he just filled with his gastrointestinal problem, naked and a mess in the hallway.I grab the child UP and remove him to the bathroom for cleaning.

While this is taking place, I am reminded of the fact that I left the diaper in the hallway, when the dog tears it up all over the boys bedroom. Nice.

I begin the laundry process, as Well Little Person discovers his new found ability to open the "off limits because they have too many pieces" toy closet despite the "child proof" door thingy. Several of these end up in the LR, while I am still oblivious trying to clean up the diaper in the boys room.

After a good fussing at, we return the living room to some resemblance of order and head to the office to take care of some short little email projects. This is when I notice that the dog is furiously scratching and whining, rolling over to scratch his back, whining, and scratching some more. This is accompanied by Well Little Person telling me that "Mommy, Goliath has BUGS on him! They are very tiny, and they JUMPED on the wall!"

Ah. Great.

So, into the flea bath. Which, of course all must watch. So, we are all crammed into the bathroom, Sick Little Person (clinging to my leg and crying), Well Little Person (asking every question possible related to this apparent drowning of the dog), one wet mut and myself.

That crisis resolved, Sick Little Person (SLP) has another blowout. WLP brings me the diapers and wipes, with a voluntary reminder that that was the last diaper in the basket (no worries, I have another pack in the closet).

Okay, that is done. BACK to the email project.

Funny smell..familiar somehow.

I enter the hallway to find SLP has emptied an ENTIRE bottle of Flea Shampoo ON the carpet in the hallway, all over the towels/rug in bathroom, all over the linoleum in the bathroom, and all over himself. Since SLP holds the priority card being as he is covered in poison, I see to him first, being careful not to slip and break my neck on the bathroom floor.

WLP (by the way) is playing quietly in the LR with his orange playdough, on the coffee table, over the light colored carpet. Nice.

SLP is poison-free, and sent on his way.

Now, I needed to attack the monumental task of getting all that soap OUT of the carpet, off the floors, etc.

That took a two hours on and off, as I had more diapers to change, the realization that I did NOT have any more diapers in the closet, to call the hubby who was (thank God)on his way home soon, another daiper to get from the dog, a child to get off the kitchen table (who was swiping all the junk on it onto the floor), clean up the orange playdough from the table/kid/surrounding carpet, think about what I was gonna make for dinner, MAKE dinner, get out of tomorrow's Mommy and Me activity and Wednesday Night Ladies Class due to SLP, cleanup both the boys from their escaping to the backyard and using the hose on eachother, AND getting the WLP and his daddy ready for church.

So, forgive me, dear KFC if you have felt neglected as of late.

I am going now, to put the kids to bed and try to start my To Do list over again :)


Love dearly,

Your Mommy Friend