wake up to a goodbye kiss from John and promptly fall back asleep.
wake up and lay in bed for another half hour due to sheer laziness and lack of will to move my body.
wake up and sneak downstairs without bothering to put on clothes.
go back upstairs because I haven't mastered ninja abilities, and woke pax up with my monster footsteps.
Check Pax' diaper. If not at full capacity, come back in 10 minutes.
Turn on Curious George and hop on Facebook to see what transpired overnight.
Change Paxton's diaper.
give him breakfast
if he's nice about it, nurse him.
eat a bag of potato chips.
sit on couch and start the "how I met your mother" marathon.
snoop in the kitchen for food. Full fridge, but still nothing to eat.
eat 6 slices of toast and get my crumbs all over the couch and in my sweaty cleavage.
Feed Paxton while multi-tasking as his jungle gym.
While netflix is still blaring, turn on my laptop.
Check my email. Oh, right. Nobody sends me emails.
1:02 Hop on facebook. If nothing has changed since the last time I checked Facebook, I go "Troy Dunn" and see if I can stalk people I haven't seen or even thought of in years. Usually, all my past love interests.
Watch a series of YouTube videos about other's lives instead of living mine.
Put paxton in a choke hold until he falls asleep. Then put him in crib.
Put clothes on for school. yeah, I should probably draw my eyebrows back on. They freak out about stuff like that....
Put a smile over the gaping hole that guilt has dug once John walks in the door. Pretend to have done something constructive.
4:20 Get in car and drive to school.
Waste my time trying to teach myself how to perm.
Waste my time waiting in line to clock out form school.
I walk in the door to happy boys who still haven't eaten supper.
attempt to make a quick supper.
dinner is served
Paxton is put to bed without a bath
john and I argue until we are too exhausted to keep it up.
we fall asleep annoyed with each other.