Today

Grumpy baby.
Fighting brothers.
Tired mommy.
Baby opens door and falls down two steps onto garage floor. Skins her back.
Baby falls down again on driveway. First skinned knees. No blood. Phew.
Brothers still fighting.
Kill around 150 ants in laundry room. The tiny kind that you can barely see.
Mommy still tired.
Power goes out. For a few hours. For the second day in a row. Mommy resets all the clocks.
Mommy picks up a Papa Murphy's pizza. Mommy feels a moment of relief.
Full cup of milk spilled down cupboards and onto floor.
Baby falls for a 3rd time.
I am not even going to make that comparison though it's ripe. It's way too sacrilegious.
This time opening the screen door and down two concrete steps onto back patio.
Toilet clogs.
After mommy gets kids to bed, she must decide which to tackle first. The clogged toilet or the second round of ants. Chooses toilet so it's free and clear to dump all of the ants into with the moist toilet paper which is the kill vehicle of choice.
Mommy kills 221 ants. You might think that mommy likes to make up silly and preposterous numbers, and you might be right. But this time, mommy counts just to get an idea of what she's dealing with. And she kills all in sight and lands right at 200, but feeling that 200 sounds a little bit hard to believe, she waits around for another 21 to show up to make it seem more believable to her loyal reader. At last, the floor is clean so mommy can sit down and blog about her day. But then she looks over and sees the reinforcements have arrived.
She wonders if she will still have time to sit down with a glass of wine tonight.
She's not sure because the clock next to her is still blinking.