Journal Entry, June 22

Had 12 hour day at work (hounded by phone calls, assignments, complaints, political maneuvering, ‘status’ meetings, hundreds of e-mails, emergencies), headed home to pick the kids up from daycare, got stuck in traffic and got cut off at least 8 times, returned overdue movies to Blockbuster, picked up my dry cleaning that had been at the cleaners for almost a month, made it to daycare one minute before closing time and only heard ‘…stomach…Eva…weather?’ from teacher while both kids described their day at 20 decibels, picked up the mail (more bills), made dinner, applied two temporary tattoos and broke up two fights while dinner was heating up, cleaned the floor  (the dog threw up again), cleaned the bathroom mirror that a teenaged boy had pushed his nose against, listened to how horrible and yucky dinner is but can we have dessert?, tried to eat my dinner and got in three bites, emptied the dishwasher, loaded the dishwasher, stored leftovers in the fridge the no one will eat, broke up more  fights between the kids,  get screamed at “I HATE YOU!” by the 5-year-old, picked up the ‘dog-away’ spray bottle that the dogs chewed up, went on-line and speedily read emails including a ‘low balance’ notice from the bank, put kids in bath, broke up more fights over tub-space, set out pajamas and clothes for tomorrow, ran back to bathroom where one child has escaped from the tub and proceeded to slip on the wet floor, kids didn’t like the clothes that I picked out so swap outfits at least three times, brush kids’ teeth, clean up toothpaste all over counter, put kids into bed but they pop out like jack-in-the-boxes, brush teeth, put on pajamas,  took sleeping pill and pain reliever for throbbing headache, tried to read fiction novel in bed to relax, interrupted several times by jack-in-the-box kids, passed into coma well past 11PM, woken up by child with bad dreams at 3AM.

Journal Entry, June 23

Ditto.

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