4:30 p.m. – Arrive home. Greet kids, get a rundown of the day from the oldest boy.
4:34 p.m. – Start a pot of boiling water for spaghetti, and begin to reheat the sauce.
4:55 p.m. – Change three diapers. Curse myself for not having the trips potty trained by now.
5:05 p.m. – Locate and wash, the as of yet, unused potties.
5:10 p.m. – Minor heart droppage as I witness The Rose, power through the last container of Strawberry and Banana Chobani that I bought earlier that morning.
5:12 p.m. – Drop the spaghetti noodles.
5:24 p.m. – Strain and then toss noodles with a little olive oil.
5:33 p.m. – Feed the triplets and The Rose. Call oldest son down to eat, but no formal response was received.
5:35 p.m. – Feed myself. It’s a joyless task at this point, but the sauce is pretty good. Minor sadness regarding the fact that I didn’t get any garlic bread on the way home.
6:15 p.m. – Wife arrives with daughter from basketball practice. We exchange grunts of displeasure regarding our day and keep it moving. The oldest daughter efficiently responds to questions about her day with equal parts displeasure and derision with one word answers.
6:25 p.m. – Call the oldest boy down from his 45 minute grooming process in order to shuttle the lad to night school.
7:05 p.m. – May or may not have cried in the driveway.
7:06 p.m. – Unlocks back door, makes reluctant return to home.
It’s around here that I unofficially, stopped writing everything down. The combination of the day coming to a close, physical and mental fatigue, and the tedium involved in cataloguing the day, had kind of, organically faded away. Not much was missed though. At 8:30 p.m., I leave to retrieve my son, but before that, I witness either The Grinch Who Stole Christmas, or the Charlie Brown Christmas special with the trips. By the time I get back home, I’m putting heads to bed. Putting the babies to bed ends somewhere around 9:45 p.m. and sometimes (depending on how defiant they are) 10:30 p.m. It’s at this point, that I might actually try and complete something that I want to do. Usually, I go for low hanging fruit, like watching some television. Cut to three hours later, being awakened by loud sounds from the television and the lights still being on. It’s at this point, after I’ve checked the clock, that I realize that the next time the alarm goes off will be in 3.5 hours and I wonder, “How did I get to this wash, rinse, repeat phase in my life?”. More importantly, how can I stop it?