Firstborn starts Kindergarten in the morning. I'm taking him to school on my way... well, before I go... to work. Apparently if we get there about 7:15, we can get breakfast in the cafeteria and get him into his classroom. That's about the time I'm normally driving towards my job, so I'm not entirely sure how this is going to work.
On top of that, apparently Firstborn is scheduled for the latest of the three available lunchtimes, so it'll be a while before he eats again. Beautiful Wife therefore wants to make sure he doesn't get hungry. Beautiful Wife wants me to make sure that I feed him a waffle and some sausage before we leave. In order to do that, I would have to get up at... I don't know, but tomorrow morning keeps getting earlier and earlier. Maybe I should set my alarm for 5:00 a.m. and hope for the best?
I'm tired just thinking about it.
Meanwhile I've spent the day sort of half relaxing and half cleaning. (Beautiful Wife and Handsome Boys are down with my parents; by this point in the afternoon, they should all be in the pool.) I've made a huge amount of progress on the housework (he said, modestly) but I've also worn myself out. I'd like to do some writing - story writing, not this look-at-my-life blog writing - but since it looks like I'm going to need to go to bed at about eight o'clock in order to get a full night's sleep, I don't think that's going to happen.
And I'd really appreciate it if my sinuses would ease up on me a bit. Yeesh.
First World Problems: not unlike being pecked to death by ducks.