Happy With Myself?

Here I am. In my pajamas. Yeah, it's 8:30 in the morning. Corin is still asleep. Silas is still wearing a pullup. The dishwasher needs to be unloaded and there is laundry EVERYWHERE. I have had two cups of coffee and am waiting for motivation to hit me. tick, tock, tick, tock.... Nope, not yet. It'll hit me when Quinn calls and says he's twenty minutes away.... It'll go something like this:
"Hey baby, watchya doing?" This is when I will jump out of my chair and run to the master bedroom. "Oh, you know, just making the bed and doing the laundry. Hmmm? Uh, yeah the boys are dressed and Corin has started school." This is when I'm running to Corin's room and flipping on the light and kicking his bed. He'll respond, "okay, what do you have planned today?"
I am frantically running around now, folding two baskets of laundry and separating them on my bed so that I can throw them off onto the floor tonight when I am too tired to put them away. I have no plans for the day, just a to-do list that is way too long. "Well, let's see, I guess we can just wing it. I've got the normal stuff and some errands I need to do." He is with Jon, the housedad from next door and doesn't care about the normal stuff and errands. " Alright, babe, well we'll be home in about twenty minutes!" We hang up. okey dokey. Twenty minutes to shower, curl my hair, put on makeup, start another load of laundry, put clean laundry away, get Corin awake and started on school, unload the dishwasher, change out the garbage, vacuum the living room, clear the counter, tidy up toys, dole out Prozac to the girls upstairs, exercise, drink a big glass of water, pluck my unibrow and other weird places that hair shouldn't grow (thank you Italian/Spanish genes), develop three rolls of film that someone has paid me to do, buy a birthday present for one of the girls upstairs, oh, and what the heck, scrapbook the last four years that is sitting in a laundry basket. I can totally do this. Wait a sec, I just got done a ton of stuff on the phone. oh yeah, a ton. I need a breather. Maybe some more coffee. "SILAS, go take off your pullup and throw it away!" Good. Another morning done.