9:45 pm.  Finally...dishes done & kitchen clean, laundry stain-treated, homework checked, lunches made, stack of school papers sorted for recycling, unnecessary time-wasting school form filled out, living room straightened, baby bathed & nursed, kids read to & prayed with & sung to and put to bed--and re-put to bed (can I just say I had them all in bed by 8:15 but still at 9:30 no one was asleep.  Nathan & Courtney decided to play teddy bear volleyball between their beds, Abby was up with a headache, Nathan snuck out of bed and hid on the stairs for a while, and Emily whined downstairs from her bed wanting to know why in the world I wouldn't come down there again.)  I'm exhausted.  I am finally learning, however, (after nearly 10 years of parenting) not to beat myself up with thoughts of "what in the world did I do all day?"  No, I KNOW what I do all day.  Though many days I don't have much to show for it, this is by far the toughest job I've ever had.  And, added to that, I do it by myself most evenings when Wade is at work. 

Confession:  I wrote this post for myself.  Sometimes it makes me feel better to see in black and white what I did in a mere two hour time span.  Thanks for obliging.