Days Off and Other Oxymorons

I'm not actually sure what I accomplished today. Middle-schooler dressed, fed, back-pack ready and on the bus at 6:50, pre-schooler fed, dressed, entertained and delivered to school at 8:45, first load of laundry in at nine, MIL showered and her bed changed at 10, second load of laundry in before preschooler needed to be picked up at 11:20. Dishwasher emptied, sink emptied into dishwasher. Dentist appointment at 1pm, middleschooler's orthadontist appt at 2pm, home for her to do her homework and me to compile cell phone numbers, flight numbers, and reservation numbers for weekend trip. (58 hours and counting.) 3rd load of laundry in. Gather kids, go to chiropractor. Race home, humor MIL and go out to dinner. Get home, kids in jammies, do MIL's meds for the week. Fold MIL's clothes from second load of laundry and put them away for her. All beds now made with clean sheets except mine, which sits forlornly with the clean sheets piled on one corner. My clothes for the weekend trip into dryer, realized I forgot shorts. For Texas. Inexplicable desire to scream. Platy had 12 babies in breeder; realized I should not have put a fish in the breeder days before I go away. Plans for babies uncertain. Water change in tank postponed. Kids to bed, preschooler decides to cry 5 minutes later because she had wanted a fourth set of hugs and kisses. Denied, despite feeling of being an unnatural mother. Log onto LJ and vent. Middleschooler gets up to ask me to charge her I-Sing on my computer. Urge to scream increasing exponentially.

All in all, a pretty typical day off....