I know some people like Twitter, but I’m personally avoiding it. It wouldn’t be good. What my Twittering would probably look like:
12:05 am Going to bed.
12:22 am No, really, I mean it. Right after I fold this basket of cloth diapers.
12:40 am Going to bed. Did I say that already?
1:15 am Just read this great paragraph in First Things (from last year) that really sums current events up. More tomo on blog.
1:27 am Going to bed.
8:00 am Got up, brushed teeth, fed kids. Read paper.
8:06 am Referreed fight at breakfast table.
8:13 am My local paper is written by morons. Leftist morons who think it’s their job to advertise for Planned Parenthood.
8:15 am Oh, look! More leftists in the paper extolling Obama’s iPod gift. Funny, the Brits commenting online at the Guardian seemed offended.
8:20 am Rats! No Ramirez political cartoon today.
8:22 am At least they have comics. Not three pages like the Washington Post, but they aren’t quite that far left, either.
8:23 am Refereed fight at breakfast table. Why can’t they eat their cereal in peace?
8:31 am Cleaned up breakfast. Re-repeated instructions about how the table isn’t properly wiped until ALL the crumbs are gone. *sigh*
8:33 am Commence whining about, “I don’t wanna do math!” Repeat with various subjects for the next several hours.
11:02 am Finished math, reading, handwriting, religion… time for a break. Woo hoo. It’s Wubbzy. Anyone know WHAT he is? Cat?
11:30 am Survived Wubbzy. Time to start lunch. Let’s see, what awful stuff can I serve them that they’ll complain about today?
11:32 am “I don’t WANT a sandwich!”
11:33 am “Well, I don’t want hot dogs!”
11:34 am “How come she got to choose again!?!”
11:35am “You’re eating THIS because I SAID SO. GET OVER IT.”
11:42am Sitting down for lunch. Have to pick saint story to read. I’m thinking one from the “patience” or “obedience” sections.
3:44pm The youngest has just learned that “baby butt balm”, aka Vaseline, doesn’t come off with water. Especially when you smear half a jar on yourself.
3:45pm Note to self: put babyproof knob on bathroom.
4:00pm Going outside to fight the weeds.
4:02pm Inside to monitor child going to bathroom, to make sure she doesn’t get into the chocolate before she finds her way back outside.
4:04pm Going outside.
4:13pm Inside to get drink and change baby diaper.
4:15pm Wonder what I’ve got for dinner?
4:17pm Looking for husband. Oh. Drat. He’s got class tonight.
6:33pm Still weeding.
6:49pm Husband called; class is over, he’s on his way home. Now I really have to figure out dinner.
7:15pm Baby melting down. Refuses reheated plate she refused last night. Told that she’s going to bed if she doesn’t eat.
7:28pm Baby continues to refuse to eat. “Bedtime!” announcement leads to 35 second intake of air for screaming fit. Felt my ears pop, she sucked in so much air.
7:40pm “Eat, or we’re NOT roasting marshmallows.”
7:45pm “I mean everything, not just the mac’n’cheese.”
7:49pm Dinner over. Get to go play with fire!
8:02pm Happily roasting marshmallows with older two children. Best they’ve been all day.
8:25pm Momma’s nightly humming of, “Free! To do what I want! Any old ti-ime…” Small people in bed. Hope they stay there.
8:36pm Time to blog. Gotta order seeds. And watch O’Reilly and Hannity. And probably Fr. Pacwa. Oh, and clean bathrooms.
8:45pm Wonder when B&N is going to get the new Levin book in? They said the 6th. Hmmmph. Notice they didn’t feature him on their e-mail specials.
9:10pm Oh, I love dry British humor. “It doesn’t work, but you can’t get rid of British health care because it’s the 2nd largest employer in the world after the Chinese Red Army.”
9:12pm Gotta blog about the Tax Day Tea Party. Anyone else going?
9:14pm Of course, if I’m going to wear my colonial dress, I have to adjust the fit. Before the 15th.
9:18pm Joint spousal ranting about stupid history books that won’t teach the white male generals… but spend half a page on some woman who opened a hospital in her home.
9:19pm Watching men’s hair gel commercial. Reminded of some actress’s comment on why she didn’t date Americans.
9:19pm “You ask an American his hair regime, and he tells you, at length. You ask a Brit, and he says, ‘Um… Guiness?’ ”
9:22pm Oliver North, quoting Sun Tzu on why the “change of lexicon” is dumb. “You have to know your enemy.” Obviously, we don’t, since we think calling it “contingency ops” will help.
9:23pm “Contingency ops” is what the military calls everything that’s going on that doesn’t fit into any specific category. Like “miscellaneous” category on blog.
9:39pm Have to get to bed at a reasonable hour.
9:42pm Oh, yeah, gotta clean bathrooms.
10:45pm Hey, I was thinking… wait, forgot to order seeds! Gotta go do that first.
11:22pm Going to go shower.
11:51pm Going to sit down and read de Toqueville.
12:15pm Going to bed after a few more pages.
1:03pm Going to bed.
1:22pm Finished putting away dishes and reloading dishwasher. Going to bed. Did I say that already?