Ok the kids are out the door and my husband is coming in from work. So that must mean it's time to get the two year old out of bed so that he can get in it (She may be small but she's a wild sleeper. You try waking up with a toe up your nose you'll put her out too). Since she is up she'll want breakfast. Of course she wont eat it. She's two she screams for cookies and I say no. However her daddy who is trying to sleep in the other room comes out and gives it to her anyway just so he can sleep. Yay for me now I have a two year old that is already hyperactive, jack up on chocolate chip cookies at 9am. Thanks honey.
So as she twirls around belting out yo gabba gabba's latest hit at the top of her lungs (off key and remixing the lyrics.) I try to write one chapter just one before she is screaming for more food she wont eat. OK so I'll settle for half a chapter at this point. Time for lunch mac and cheese it is. You can't go wrong with that right? Wrong so now there is mac and cheese everywhere and I do mean everywhere. My God how does she pull that off it was only like half a cup of macaroni?
Once I have finished scraping mac and cheese from the ceiling and out of her ears I decide to give her a bath. Because at this point there is only so much a baby wipe can do. With bath time over I try getting her to take a nap. Three hours later I have typed 4 words and put her back in bed 10 time. Oh good my hubby is up (sigh of relief ) I can have a break now right? Wrong again it's time for the big kids to get home and they want snack and help with homework and then I need to make dinner and hubby had to go back to work.
The second he is out the door I start the countdown to when I can actually get some writing done 7 o'clock eat dinner 8 o'clock everyone take a bath 9 o'clock everyone in bed (sincere sigh of relief) . Time to type two chapters and have a shower. The thought that goes through my mind as my head touches the pillow (DEAR GOD I HAVE TO DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN TOMORROW.) I think my brain may explode.