Make coffee. Take out the trash. Give the kids breakfast. Take out chicken for supper. Find time for a shower. Pay the bills online. Put in load of laundry. Do customer emails. Set kids up with paint and paintbrushes (that lasts 45 seconds). Bid farewell to lucky husband who gets to leave for the day. Throw kids in pool. Watch them swim. Pay attention to each and every child as they show you their tricks. Hang clothes on clothesline. Answer phone. Argue with angry customer on the phone. Get hung up on. Answer phone again. Cry to my Mom. Plan menu. Try to figure out what to do with chicken for supper as I make lunch. Feed kids. Put laundry in. Answer phone from fellow soccer mom asking if I can take her kid in return for her taking mine last week. Get kids settled with a movie and ask them to please be quiet for just one hour while I work. Go downstairs and attempt to sift through piles and piles of unfinished orders and items. Finish those with only seven interuptions. On the way up the stairs, spot dirty floor and start to clean it, but find out Alex is "all done" and needs my ass wiping expertise.
Walk to washroom and realize it's only 1:53pm - even though it feels like 9pm. There's still so much to look forward to today.