Just another post...

Today... drop Justin off at school in the rain. Run to grocery store to buy SOMETHING that's not a condiment or boxed food (i.e. fruits and veggies). Unload van IN THE RAIN while baby fusses and Evan begs for a Danimals drink thingy that we just bought. Clean house (shocker!) Manage to feed both children and keep them relatively entertained and clean for the morning. Friend drops off her 2 year old for an hour while she goes to a Mother's Day tea at her son's school. Entertain sad 2 year old who misses his mommy by playing Thomas the Tank engine on the family room floor. Go to school after little boy leaves to pick Justin up. Have to park almost as far as we live from school and walk to the school with both little ones IN THE RAIN so that we can attend an end of the year party for his chess club. Leave party slightly disappointed but relieved that it's over IN THE RAIN. Convince Justin (miraculously) to do homework AND piano practice with minimal resistance. Reward with Xbox time. (I hate video games). Actually COOK DINNER (needed a CPR machine thingy to restart Patrick's heart when he walked in and saw me standing at the stove COOKING). Dinner is actually good! I actually got to TALK to Pat for a few minutes! Kids get dressed and ready for bed early and get into bed after I read one book and Justin reads me Curious George(awwww....). Rock Corinne to sleep after nursing her and singing "All through the Night" for about 10 minutes or so. Marvel at her beauty in sleep and desperately wish for a longer babyhood for my last child. Kiss her cheek and breathe deeply to inhale her smell one last time before lying her down for the night. All in all, a pretty marvelous day...

Strange but true: Oprah Winfrey can have a show on the most destitute and desperate of situations in the most destitute and desperate of countries in the world on a Monday, and have a show about the most expensive designer "fall fashions" on Tuesday... And millions of viewers have no problem with this discrepancy... (though, I must admit, I am a viewer myself. Guilty pleasure).