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You tell me what you'd do. I woke up at 6:00 AM this morning and got all three kids dressed, fed, clothed and ready for camp, school, and daycare respectively. Claudine was on call last night and was pretty wiped out so we tried to be quiet to let her sleep. After dropping off all the kids, I went to work. Where I worked. All day. Except for lunch. Then I came back, picked up the kids, picked up a pizza, picked up some Slurpees (hey, it was hot!) and drove home. Claudine had late hours at her office. Her schedule said 11 AM - 8 PM, so I need she wouldn't really be back until 9:30 or 10. We ate some dinner (um... we had pizza) and watched a little T.V. Actually that's not exactly tru. We have a pretty big T.V., what I mean is that we watched a small amount of T.V. Then it was time to start putting kids in bed. First Annabel after feeding her my wife's patented super knockout formula-mixed-with-cereal bottle. That thing hits her stomach and put her right to sleep. And keeps her asleep until the morning. Which is nice. Then, after Simpsons, it's time for Bobby to go to bed. Brush teeth, put on the jammies, read a story. Bobby has this thing where he asks you to check on him "in five minutes". Then when you check on him, the first thing he says is, "another five miuntes?" Thankfully, he has no concept of what five minutes actually s, so when you go back 20 minutes later, he doesn't know the difference. Then 8:30. Time for Jake to go to bed. Again, brush teeth, jammies, read a story, talk a little bit. Then after everyone is asleep, time to empty the dishwasher, load up the plates and glasses from the sink. Wash the formula bottles out and then refill for tomorrow. Start a load of laundry.
So after all that, I have a choice. Write a long,well-written and interesting entry for the all of the Internet to enjoy. Or sit back, relax and revel in the lawlessness, carnage and murder of a rousing session of Grand Theft Auto III. Hmmmm, what will I choose?
Um.... see you tomorrow.
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