Today

Today I....

Did level three.  With heavier weights.  Take that, Jillian Michaels.

Acted as a human earth-mover for 2 hours at Kathy's.  Next week it's my yard's turn.

Delivered 4 jars of home-canned apple pie filling made yesterday, along with Spanish notes from yesterday's Spanish Lunch.  10 kids, Spanish and 20 lbs of apples, all at my house.  I deserve the Manzana Award (that's apple, for you uni-linguals in the crowd).

Read two chapters of Watership Down to Addy.  Heavenly snuggles.  The girls have lost interest.  Just when it was getting good.

Did school with the kids.  It's a work in progress, when there is any.

Washed 2 loads.

Changed 3 poopie diapers in as many hours.  Well, one was more of a rescue than a change, as the diaper was already off and a little voice announcing "Uck!" called my attention to the diaper-digger. 

Baths for baby: 2.  Diaper total as of 8PM: 7.

Kept my cool on the outside while I secretly burst a vein in my head dealing with Ethan's constant crap.

Did a load of dishes.  Only got through half of the apple-canning dishes.  The night is still young.

Swept.

Bagged up fridge magnets.  I am done using them as ice skates on the kitchen floor. 

Found the chess pieces stuffed into a sculpture.  Packed them up, too.

Rescued one tomato and one apple moments too late from Mr. Uck.

Dealt with plumbing on the rental I manage.  Stupid plumbing.

Cooked apples that didn't survive the canning process. 

Sorted, swept, and reorganized the studio.  10% done.

Sat on the floor in said studio and cried for about 4 minutes.  Received pep-talk from Guy for 15 more.  Got back to work.

Shared: 1 grilled cheese, 1 rice stick, 1 banana, 1 helping of cinnamon apples and most of my rice and beans with the bottomless-boy (not all at once!).

Sat on the floor and played a rousing game of peek-a-boo...

8:07 PM - Self-extrapolated poopie diaper #4, bath #3.  Gotta go.

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Post Edit: 9:15 PM - Make that 5 poopie diapers.