My exciting life.

Tonight is Monday night.

I made a crockpot chicken.
I will...
... probably do some laundry.
...possibly ruminate over recent changes in my physical appearance.
... likely be scolded by the Empress of All.
... likely scold the ne'er do homeworkers of the house.
...maybe do a little vacuuming. Mmmaaaybe.
...maybe, maybe, MAYBE bathe a dog or two.
...definitely drag the trash out to the curb.

This is my life, the exciting life of a single mother. There will be kids, tantrums, scolding, squeezing, giggling, phone calls, dirty dishes, dirty clothes, dirty diapers, and toilets to clean. There will be a thousand funny things said in my head, perfect comebacks to angry moments in my day, ample regret, and a large dollop of righteousness to fill the empty spaces.

My boys will make me laugh. My daughter will make me chase her. My dogs will make me infuriated.

My cat will vomit.

I will bathe my two-year old and read her a story. I will watch something funny on t.v. or the computer with my 12-year old, and listen to an overlong explanation of how the particulars of a game worked and the varied rules and how it was super cool that this guy got this thing in this place because it's so super rare, by my 10-year old.

Eventually, all will be tucked in, snug in their beds. I will then settle into the quiet dark of my house, the silent comfort of my small, squeeky, overfirm bed, eventually drifting off, in and out, weaving a pattern of sleep, only to wake and do it all over again.

Limbo.

What man, I ask you, could possibly resist the charm of a crockpot chicken?