How simple is life?

Yesterday I had the bright idea of recording a "day in this life." I wouldn't say this is "normal," but I wouldn't say we have a consistent "normal." The kids are growing and changing. Their needs vary. Our commitments vary. Take it for what it's worth...

4:15am - Bekah wakes. I flip her back to her stomach and re-insert the passifier. (This was unusual, but you will soon see that she must have been having some teething issues...)
4:45am - see above
5:15am - see above
5:45am - Ryan's alarm wakes me and Benjamin. I try to ignore B's whines and tell myself he will go back to sleep. I was delusional.
6:15am - Ryan's alarm clock wakes me again.
6:30am - I hear Ryan curse and leave the house. I assume it is because I haven't paired his socks from the wash. My bad. Starting the day with guilt...
6:45am - I hear some scampering around and hope it is Olsen and NOT Benjamin.
7:15am - Bekah wakes. I try to put her back to bed. I see Benjamin sitting on the couch. I get angry and turn on the Disney Channel anyways. It is just now becoming light outside.
7:30am - Bekah wakes. I throw in the towel on that evasive fantasy you call "sleep."
7:45am - I serve everyone breakfast...everyone but me.
8:00am - I debate is to whether I can possibly get Benjamin to school on time this morning. I decide to get up and make his lunch.
8:20am - I go back to my bathroom to put on a sweatshirt and a baseball cap. That makes me "ready" enough to drive carpool.
8:25am - I bribe Benjamin to get dressed by promising him that he can wear his rain boots to school.
8:35am - I load the kids in the car. I realize that Benjamin's boots are on the wrong feet. Since we are already running late I decide that I will play "dumb" and let it slide. I hope that the teacher will notice and make him switch feet. (She never did.)
8:40-8:55am - I drive to school trying to convince Benjamin to have a positive attitude towards the ladies that unload him and walk him to class. Epic failure.
8:55am - I pull out of the school carpool line feeling successful and timely. I had ten minutes to spare before he would have been "late." I guess I should have switched his boots to the correct feet... I call a friend to check on her while I drive home.
9:15am - I take Bekah into the house, unload her, and let out the dogs.
9:20am - I realize that coffee is the only thing that will get me through this day. I make it STRONG.
9:30am - I sit down to eat two mini muffins, drink my coffee, and feed the baby.
10:00am - I realize that Bekah isn't tired, so I take her into her room to sort clothes and have some floor time.
10:20am - I try to feed her more. No dice.
10:30am - I change her diaper and give her a bath.
10:45am - I dress her wherein she spits up all over her outfit as I am pulling it over her.
10:50am - I try to feed her again. Nothing.
10:55am - I try to per her down for a nap. Not happening.
11:00am - My cousin calls. I recognize that this could be my only adult conversation until 9pm, so I am elated. I talk to her as I jostle the baby, bounce her, make faces at her, and stick toys in her face.
11:25am - She finally goes to sleep!!!
11:30am - I go into the kitchen to dig out some lunch (frozen whole wheat veggie calzone I made last week.) I put it in the toaster oven to heat.
11:34am - I go into the bathroom to shower. I wonder why there is no soap in the shower. I pick out a fresh bar from the closet but then decide it is too feminine for Ryan to approve. I put it in the bath instead. I grab my bottle of Dr. Bronner's Castille Soap to avoid further soap-related decisions.
11:39am - still in the shower...I start to worry. What if the house is burning down due to the toaster over catching fire? What if my geriatric dog is counter surfing?
11:43am - I get out of the shower, throw on some sweats, and comb through my hair.
11:48am - I walk into the kitchen to make sure it's not burning down. I check lunch. Since it doesn't burn my finger, I am sure it isn't hot enough. I open the freezer to make a decision about dinner.
11:51am - I throw some chicken breasts and green chili into my Le Creuset and pop it in the oven all the while debating the appropriate temperature.
11:54am - I sit down to write and wait for lunch.
12:02pm - I hear the baby crying. NO WAY! She normally takes a two hour morning nap... Not today...

Okay, well, you get the idea. The rest of my day fell into fifteen minute increments as well. I have it logged until 3:12pm at which time the final naps were over and the dinner/laundry/bedtime rushes began. Ahhh, this simple life...