My day in stages.

1. Woke up at 6am. Drove back to K-zoo from Ry's which takes 45 minutes. I say 45 minutes. Ryan says 1 hour. It really takes 45 minutes. Ryan estimates. He is better at time than me.

2. Went to school at 7:45. Happy, happy, happy that my room smelled like the new vanilla air freshener I plugged in yesterday and not like the piss it's smelled like lately.

3. Taught some stuff.

4. Ate lunch: Amy's organic frozen meal of a cheese and broccoli pocket. That whole line of food is so good. It's pretty much a food group single handedly keeping me alive after grad class this semester.

5. Kid #1 pees his pants.

6. Kid #2 pees her pants. (I give bathroom breaks, I swear. But kid, I am NOT your bladder. YOU are in control of your bladder. Or... I guess not.)

7. Gave a talk about going to the museum on a field trip tomorrow. Don't climb on stuff and such. Told one girl she's not going because she's been a little jerk face. Except I said the jerk face stuff in my head.

8. Kid #3 pees her pants. Ridiculous.

9. Raked my leaves in a half-ass effort in order to mulch the rest with my lawn mower. Lawn mower wouldn't start. It was a moment when I wish I wasn't "I'm independent girl with her own house" and was actually, "Ryan, come out here and fix this please" girl.

10. Read my book chapters for Bible study while Victoria ran around on my lap. Except then I had to put her up because it's hard to read when Catboy and Numa (Ryan's cat- he gets to stay here sometimes) are are trying to bite her tail. I felt a little like "weird eccentric live alone because I'm crazy cat lady".

11. Went to Bible study.

12. Cleaned the litter box that Catboy and Numa are sharing. He and Catboy play fight. We've talked about getting them little gladiator helmets and taping mini swords to their paws. 'We've' being Ryan and I. Not the cats. Although we have some pretty interesting conversations too. Usually involving me telling them to clean their own freaking litter box.

13. Bought Sufjan Stevens' Christmas collection. So good. Buy it.

14. Drank caramel hot chocolate. Unfortunately realized that there are 4 grams of fat in a stupid glass of hot chocolate. Wished Ryan was here to tell me to stop being crazy and poking my stomach in the mirror.

Moral of today: Ryan, two cats, a rat, hot chocolate, Amy's frozen meals, and new cds keep me sane. Or semi-sane anyway. :)