Brain cannot function well enough to come up with title.  Robotically fill in blank with nearest printed matter.

Anyone drawing a comic strip of my day would have to depict those tiny bursting bubbles over my head that signify complete stupor.

After getting the six of us to the doctor's office by 8 a.m. (okay, so we missed the appointment by a few minutes--we'd-a had to wait forever anyway), the rest of my day was pretty much "survive until bedtime." 

What I did do:  Homeschooled basics.  Let kids snack around for lunch.  Took a nap.  "Changed" Buster about a billion times during nap.  Noticed Mopsy was napping on floor and left her be.  Called as many colleges left on DH's list as I could while kids were occupied with Godzilla, Save the Earth (hid in closet to reduce noise).  Dosed Buster.  Dosed self.  Received food from cupboards of friend who is moving.  Left it for tomorrow to put it away.  Thought I was going into labor but it was just a backache.  (Drat.)  Made potato latkes for supper. 

Still haven't cleaned up the kitchen or done any laundry.

I'm at the pregnancy stage where one thinks, "How much longer can it go on like this?  The baby's going to fall out."

Conclusions reached by pediatrician today:  Buster has an ear infection.  Also, he's not as full of you-know-what as formerly, but still too full.  Directive:  Increase dosages, add antibiotic.  Goody!  More doses to remember!  More laxative to buy!  (It comes in 2.5 oz. bottles, $4 a bottle.  Root beer flavor that makes Buster want to barf.  Nice, eh?)  At least he likes the taste of the antibiotic.

DH has tomorrow off so I'm enlisting him to cut the boys' hair.  If that's all I get out of him, I'll be happy.  They are terribly shaggy and I'm embarrassed when we go out.  DH and I are planning to go out to dinner tomorrow night, thanks to the kindness of my mom, who will be babysitting for us.  I'm hoping to make a final decision on baby's name.  Got an extensive to-do list tomorrow.  It's swirling in my brain right now, not on paper, so it's edging dangerously close to that mental black hole that tends to swallow everything.  But maybe I'll get to sit down and hammer it out before it's lost.  One of the things on it is "pack hospital bag."  No, haven't done that yet. 

I'd love to have one full day without brain swirl.  Wouldn't that be loverly?  Like a vacation.  I'm far, far busier at home than I ever was at work. 

I gotta go.  It's too late, and Kidbot Bedtime is still in progress.  I wish I looked forward to bedtime every night, but I dread it.  It involves waddling up & downstairs and it always, always goes late.  I'd have to start at 6:30 to get it done by 9:00.  And most nights I'm still getting supper around 6:30.  Bleah.  I should have warm fuzzies about bedtime but I don't, so I procrastinate.  What I need is, I need several clones. 

Of course, Mopsy is crying in her crib right now, increasing the enjoyment.

I hope to photoblog the new dryer soon.  Add "charge digicam batteries" to list.