Play by Play

Wake up at 6 a.m.
Give Reagan a bottle and rock her back to sleep.
Feel wonderful.
Consider having a cup of coffee.
Opt for a can of fresca instead.
Healthy living at its best.
Take shower.
Make peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Pack preschool bags.
Find special Thomas the Train underpants.
Set out clothes.
Hear Sam call out.
Get Sam out of bed.
Hugs and kisses.
Breakfast burritos.
Hear Sam wake up Reagan after I told him specifically NOT to go into her room.
Get everyone dressed and out the door.
Feel sense of accomplishment that I remembered both children and their stuff.
Feel even greater sense of accomplishment that I brushed my teeth.
Drop kids off at daycare and head to work.
Six clients and one no show. Thank God for no shows before Thanksgiving.
Tears, smiles, tears, smiles, tears, smiles.
2:00 Phone call from husband. Good work news. Great work news. Excitement. Decide screaming in my office might alert the psychiatrists. Refrain. Again feel sense of accomplishment.
Return to clients.
Look at clock and realize its 4:30.
Pick up kids.
Head home.
Husband is home already.
This isn't a good day...this is a GREAT day!
Realize that husband has been doing things at the house all day. Fence is stained...new lighting installed...french drain put in...feel amazed.
Think to self...life is going great. What a great day.
Dinner out to celebrate good work news.
Home to put up Christmas tree. (I know...I know....)
Husband heads out to find camera.
Hear loud crash.
Very loud crash.
Realize perfect day may be over.
See that husband has literally ripped off the back of my expedition and the garage door is hanging on for dear life to its frame.
Samuel starts crying.
I think about crying.

What a CRAZY day!!!! Thank God for insurance. For the record when you put an expedition in a fight with a garage door both lose and the tickets to watch the show are probably very expensive. I guess we'll find out tomorrow.