This song doesn't capture my situation exactly; however, when I am doing my Saturday chores, it does tend to run through my head.
Take for instance today. Here is a list of everything I got done before 3 pm:
- Woke up three times between midnight and 7 am because: 1) my son's tummy hurt 2) he couldn't get comfy to sleep and 3) he needed a drink of water.
- Cooked breakfast and managed not to burn a single thing, and it came out edible. Take that Rachel Ray!
- Did a load of laundry. (Let's get it started in here...)
- Did the dishes.
- Put the lawn mower battery on a charger.
- Did another load of laundry.
- Explained to my son AGAIN about the time I got a tooth injury playing football. This lead to a discussion of why it's called a root canal and a brief dental physiology lesson.
- Went to get lawn mower gas and had to convince my son it was not in his (nor my) best interest to get sour strings candy at 10:30 am.
- Mowed the grass and dodged a veritable horde of ground hornets with each pass through the side yard. (I'm sure if you had been here observing, it would have been akin to watching a 6'5" version of the Looney Tunes.)
- Stripped the beds.
- Had the neighbor kids over to play and keep Connor occupied for 11.25 minutes.
- Did another load of laundry.
- Cooked lunch.
- Shut and locked my door against invading children and puppy, so I could eat in peace and quiet and veg on TV for 30 minutes. (Ignored knocking twice.)
- Did another load of laundry.
- Put beer in fridge to chill.
- Blogged half an entry, said screw it, and cracked open a hot beer.
Mr. Mom rocking the sexy ass apron!
Enjoy your weekend!