0400: Hubs' alarm clock goes off like an air raid. I ram my funny bone against the corner of the bedside table in an attempt to silence the ridiculousness that is our alarm clock. I almost cry.
0422: Hubs' leaves for work. I get up to go to the bathroom since sleep has run for the hills. I'm not sure what scared it away, the alarm or the fact that my elbow is still throbbing. Once in the bathroom, I slip on some water from Hubs' shower and pull something in my lower back. Awesome.
0427: Crawl back in bed.
0624: The last time I remember looking at the clock.
0700: Daughter's alarm clock goes off. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
0710: Spill coffee grounds all over the kitchen floor.
0715: Make daughter's lunch. She wants to eat at school. Fight ensues. She wins.
0730: Stub toe on the wooden lip thing that separates the kitchen floor from the hallway.
0800: Begin to contemplate giving myself an at-home hysterectomy with a butter knife and a melon baller.
0812: Daughter out the door and on the bus.
0814: I slip on the throw rug and fall flat on my ass.
0817: Pour third cup of coffee and stare at the news.
0859: Realize that son is not squalling to get out of bed. Also realize that this is two hours later than he usually sleeps. Internally freak out that he's not okay.
0901: He yells. Breathe sigh of relief. Internally berate myself for being an idiot.
0910: Commence chasing naked two year old around the house,
0940: Breakfast eaten, mostly. Let dog in to clean up Cheerios and egg on the floor.
0943: Sit down to blog and wonder what the hell else is going to happen today. And then realize I've most likely jinxed myself, and should probably go buy some bubble wrap, but the potential for something happening in public is entirely too high, so a day at home it is, without using anything remotely dangerous like fire or microwaves or towels.