The background: One morning last week - everything true, nothing exaggerated (though I wish I could say it were).
The characters: Nick (husband), Jenna (1 yr old daughter), Tristan (4 yr old son), Caelyn (11 yr old son).
6:15: Wake up, check bank account. I’ve got to stop starting my day with that.
6:30: Drive Nick to train station.
6:45: Get everything out to make pancakes.
7:00: Change poop diaper.
7:03: Resume making pancakes (yes, I washed my hands – thoroughly). Discover there are no eggs. Text Nick:
Me: did u use all the eggs?
Me: darn – I was going 2 make pancakes
Nick: no you weren’t – u have no eggs
7:15: Drive to store. Almost get hit by trash truck. Reminds me I need to take out the trash before they get to my house.
7:25: Running through store with baby in one hand, eggs in another. Have to beat that trash truck. Grab some syrup just in case.
7:40: Coffee. Consider adding some of that scotch.
7:42: Resume making pancakes. Need butter – Jenna helps look for it but only comes up with the Tabasco sauce.
7:47: What is that noise? Crap! Trash truck. Race the trash cans to the curb.
7:48: Tristan wakes up.
7:49: Make a running dive for that scotch.
8:05: Tristan burns his finger. Text Nanny. Tell her there is pancakes for her if she could only get here fast.
8:10: Jenna disappears and returns with her dad’s underwear and plumbing of some sort (pipe, valve). Wonder where it came from. Tristan hypothesizes it came from the old man’s bank account. I choose not to explore that thought further for fear where it might lead us. Spend a few second listening for gushing water. Didn’t hear any. Everything’s probably ok.
8:15: Burn first batch of pancakes.
8:30: Nanny comes. Give her instructions for the day and get kids ready.
9:00: Caelyn finds deer behind our house on his way home from swim practice. Have to take pictures.
9:15: 2 ½ hours after I started - PANCAKES!!! Tomorrow I think I will just shoot for cereal.