1. Wake up, resolute to finish paper before 3pm, so homework time with the kids isn’t something monstrous.

2. Use preschool time to gather thoughts, drink coffee, post thoughts on blogging on forum based on links in paper. Chew ice, freeze, get in car early and blast heat.

3. Come back from preschool, throw on movie and promise to decorate tree tomorrow after paper is done. Chew ice, eat hummus, freeze, make chai #1, wish Starbucks would deliver.

4. Recall that there is a mommy date tonight, and out of guilt, I should cook dinner for my family. Consider invoking rule about lunchmeat being in fridge as I run out the door later. Still haven’t finished filling in outline for paper, realize that again, I’m collecting enough information for 20 pages of writing.

5. Chew ice. Freeze. Realize I haven’t seen/heard from 4 year olds in about two hours. Make more chai. Read more blogs. Read own blog. Get misty and declare life’s work is writing. Mental note to research topics for bloggers on forum. Remember paper, put honey in chai. Sit. Blog about the anatomy of final paper. Endure homework time with kids, feeling that their teachers should really consider my schedule from now on.

6. Blast out essay and book reviews as drafts. Promise to look over later tonight if home in time.  Check boards. Convince The Husband that his BFF, Dozer, indeed wants chicken nuggets. Dinner is served. Grab bag and head out for adult conversation that doesn’t require typing.

7. Get into restaurant, order Filty Martini and wait for Betty Bop and other moms to show up. Have some chit chat with BB as she arrives, mostly about the aforementioned paper/term. “How’s the poon?” I ask, as an example of my newly developed postpartum skills. Awkward silence followed by discussion of awkwardness. “Other Mom” (to be named later) shows up.

8. Ask “Other Mom” how her poon is, silence is not as awkward, but still a little weird. Mentally note need to work on vaginal approach. Small talk, drinks and dinner. Drive home, watch TV and vow to finish everything by lunch the next day.

9. Wake up, drink coffee, wish for Starbuck’s delivery service again. Check boards, kill the spammers, find a cute little YouTube about stalkers.  Get boys off to school, get girls plugged in, finish paper, book reviews, formatting of entire she-bang, and work up a decent PowerPoint Presentation. Turn it all in.

10. Dance. Dance. Dance. Dance in the shower, dance up the stairs, dance down the stairs. Just dance

One more term to go! WOOOOOHOOOOOOO!

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