my day in a flash

i feel like i should be documenting my struggles for the sake of my sanity. so, here is what my day was like:

in the morning, my #2 girl was having a hard time getting on the same sheet of music as the rest of us. i tried to be patient with her--for my sanity sake, you know. and then, out it came, "mommy," in a sort of desperate cry, "when will you be done with all of your classes? like when will you stop going to school?" of course, i had a quick flash of guilt strike me. something along the lines of, "you are such an awful mom leaving your kids motherless two nights of the week!" never mind that they are with their dad, and not completely abandoned, but oh, well...

since my husband had to tend to his work responsibilites today, he could not pick them up from school, and thus, enter mother-in-law into the picture.

i cleaned for most of the day to prepare for her since she was coming to stay with the girls after school. let me see...refigerator--check, laundry room--check, dishes--check, floors, dinning room table, kids bathroom, hall bathroom--check, check, check, and check.

as a result of my impending visit from my mother-in-law (mil), i didn't read what i needed to read for literary theory, or rather all of the reading assignments. i didn't put together my bibliography that was due tonight for my american history class.

at around 3:15, i threw some fish fillets/tenders/i don't-know-what in the oven and put some mac and cheese on the stove. i run out shortly after my mil gets here. then i think, "hmm, i haven't spoken to my mother all day." so, i call her. she is having some sort of issue with her house phone, and of course, she would be very happy if i could call the phone company. so, i do. while i'm on the road to pan-am.
luckily, my car has the hands-free thing. unluckily for me, the phone company on the other line does not recognize my helpless dialing of 1 on the keypad.

i get to class and here about Sassure, Claude Levi Strauss and try not to collapse from my all-day-cleaning-marathon.

afterward, i run down to the lab and try to piece together a bibliography.

when i get home, i sit down to eat a flour tortilla with leftover chicken from yesterday and throw in a some Mexican cheese for good measure. My husband, who has been filling out a return label (so i can run to the post office tomorrow)looks down at me and says, "you look tired."

just as i was going to open my mouth to say, "I'M BEAT!!!"

how was your day?

p.s. please excuse the misspellings and the incoherent writing.