"WHAT IN THE WORLD?" WEDNESDAY

Today was one of those days. You know what I mean don't you? Everything was going along at a nice little clip. I was planning to eat lunch, throw some dinner in the crock-pot and take the kids rollerskating. I had plenty of time until......suddenly all I could say was, "WHAT IN THE WORLD JUST HAPPENED?"

I had Peanut in her high chair snacking on some pre-lunch fare. Some of the kids were outside playing hockey broomball. Think boys on rollerblades using brooms to whack around a ball. I was multi tasking; prepping lunch and putting together a casserole for the crock-pot. I was even humming because everything was going so well.

Just as I get my hands completely covered in raw chicken chaos breaks out. The doorbell rings. The broomball boys begin to shout, "The Schwan's man is here!" The dog is barking hysterically, because that is obviously her job anytime the doorbell rings. The oven timer is going off - french fries are done. Peanut is giving the "all done" sign in her high chair. And to top things off, as one of the girls races to get to the door she discovers the dog has just barfed in the entryway.

I'm thinking to myself: Chicken on the hands, french fries starting to burn, baby's "all done", Schwan's man at the door, and dog vomit on the floor. Take a number. Where do I begin and what exactly takes the highest priority? I'd like to think that the comedy of this timing only happens in the movies, until I realize this is my REAL LIFE. No script writer needed to produce this much chaos at any given moment. I can manage that all on my own.

"WHAT IN THE WORLD JUST HAPPENED HERE?"