9: The number of times I said no. (Hey, he wore me down, and in my defense, the cupcakes were getting stale so someone had to eat them.)
8: The number of times I’ve looked wistfully at the coffee pot and wondered if one more cup would make me jittery. Just.one.more.
7: The number of kid’s birthday party Evites I have yet to respond to. I love birthday parties. Really. But every weekend?
6: The number of blogs I’ve read this morning. I really wanted to read more, but apparently the plot line on Pinky Dinky Doo wasn’t very engaging this morning, so the troops got restless after about ten minutes.
5: The number of times I (er, I mean my son) had to start over on my (er, his) preschool homework assignment last night. I (er, he) was supposed to make a big collage with pictures of all of the things he likes to do. But, after four mishaps involving glue and super-fragile magazine paper, I gave up. Note to self: Next time, just do it myself after he goes to bed.
4: The number of cups of coffee I’ve drank. And, yes, one of them was decaf, thankyouverymuch.
3. The number of laptops I have sitting open in front of me right now. Don’t ask.
2: The number of times I’ve texted my husband today to see if he’s coming home on time. He hasn’t answered. I guess that means the answer is no.
1: The number of times I’ve showered today. Yes, that’s right, it’s 9:18 and I’m showered, dressed and have my hair fixed. Why, you might ask? Well, my new job uses Skype video conferencing. Like all the time. So, I have to get dressed. Like every day. Gone are the days that I lounged around in my pajamas all day before frantically showering at 4:59 before my husband came home.