Today’s Schedule:

7am: Silently yelled at my alarm.

7:10am: Nudged the teenager out of bed.

7:15am: Nudged him again.

7:17am: Nudged him again.

7:30am: Threw clothes at him, woke him up again to tell him to finish his cereal for the third time and reminded him not to forget his guitar. Again.

7:50am: Dropped him off at school.

8:00am: Curled hair, made breakfast, oohed and ahhhed over skirt twirling, found boots and packed Valentines.

8:40am: Walked the girls to school.

10:15am: Back to school to help with Evie’s Valentines Day party.

11:30am: Drove 35 minutes to pick up my nephews for the weekend (their mom had their new baby brother yesterday).

12:15pm: Picked up lunch, cleaned up spilled soda and listened to three sugar happy kids talk about their super awesome Valentines.

12:50pm: Got home.

1:45pm: Ran to the store for last minute treats for 25 fifth graders.

2:15pm: Back to the school to help with Gracie’s class party.

3:15pm: Ran back home, grabbed Evie.

3:30pm: Back to the school for musical rehearsal where we did choreography, sang songs and worked on blocking for two hours. Over and over and over again.

It’s now 6:50pm. Evie and her cousins are in the other room eating pizza and giggling over funny sounding words. Gracie is working on a major school project and Isaac is practicing his guitar. Loudly.

Tomorrow is even MORE packed between school and rehearsal and a couples session and taxiing people back and forth to visit the new baby.

Jon asked me what I want for Valentines Day.

Honestly? I want me on a beach with the warm sun and no worries.

Imagination Hunters

For now though, I’ll settle for not having to do the dishes after dinner.

Happy Valentines Day, y’all!

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