Moe (password protected) asked some multiple-choice questions about my day: (And I have no other ideas for a post, so this will have to entertain you ;o)
1) How are you today?
B. Oh, I’m alright.

2) When you pay bills, do you usually feel…
A. Relief, accomplished or some variant

3) Is it Friday for you too? (as in, you have a weekend ahead of you now)
Both apply:
C. It’s always Friday for me. (Compared to people who have desk-jobs outside of the home, I’m lucky to be doing what I want!)

D. It’s never Friday for me. (Because I live with my work 24 hours a day, lol)

4) Would you wear togas and roman sandals if that suddenly became the Hot New Look?
D. Good Lord woman, NO.

5) Are you presently:
A. At work

B. Late for work

C. At home

D. Somewhere else

(All of the above. I am taking care of the kidlets while waiting for my pediatrician to drop off her dog for dog-sitting. Ped comes by and I am embarrassed by the state of filth in my kitchen. (But the babes NEVER go in there!!!!) Then I am going to playgroup, but first my ped’s dog will try to BITE ME while I’m asking him to go in the crate. Takes over an hour to get the babes dressed for playgoup & nurse them & collect various snacks & get out the door & into the car while carrying two babies. I’ll come home, the babes will go to bed a little early having missed the afternoon nap, but then they are both a little under the weather and my ped’s dog is barking so they will both be up multiple times during the night. Intersperse that with begging the Big Kid to finish dinner, get his PJ’s on, brush his teeth, go to bed . . .)

And then intersperse the whole day with calls about plans to take care of a different pregnant stray & trying to locate the MIA vet tech to get custody of the original c-section stray’s kittens. And cleaning up cat poop from the living room rug.

And yet I always feel like I haven’t done anything.