6 am        girls up to go on big exciting field trip to see 'twelfth night' in san francisco. many warnings about losing the younger and paying attention to surroundings
8:15a       get up again to feed/care for/love boys
9:30 a      take them out for donuts and chocolate milk
10:30 a     go play mini golf with them
10:40 a     get sunburned (its 80 degrees)
12:30p     drive around looking for a wendis/frosty's because we're parched and none of us won the 'free drink if you make the 18th hole'
2 pm        attempt quiet time 2 out of 4 boys prefer to ignore quiet time
3:30p       take boys minus L to friends to play
3:35p       start sewing tutus for swan lake
4:15p       take L on a tour of ballet studio in attempt to calm
4:25p       remove bits of string from L's pincher grip
4:30p       remove L from under table where he has backed himself into a tight spot
5:45p       retrieve boys from friends. she feeds them/me/all of us waffles (superfriend!)
6:45p      take L and F on a drive to davis to meet the returning shakespeareans
7:30p      wandering around target, which is a pleasure, with 2 cranky under-4s, which is not
9p           phone call 'we're running late and won't be there for at least another hour and a half'
9:05p      call litigator who tells me to return
9:20p      after a few rousing chorus' of 'my life is a gift, my life has a plan' f is out like a light
9:50p      trade off car and cell phone to my hero and put sleeping boys in bed
10:27p    finish writing blog diary and snuggle into couch with andes mints and project runway, to dose(or doze) til they are home