Well, I slept through my alarm this morning so I didn't make it to the gym so I didn't get to listen to my podcast or spend any time planning my day this morning. By the time I got ready, and got the boys ready, I had to leave to take my dog to daycare because Oliver's therapist was coming at 12. You might ask, ‘why does your dog go to daycare?’ Because he bit Oliver's therapist on his first day with him so now I take Ronix out of the house 5 days a week. I got him dropped off, got the kids fed then it was time for a 3 hour ABA therapy session. A supervisor popped in unexpectedly also. At 3 they left so I finally turned on the hearing with Sally Yates, but Mark texted me to let me know he was going to the jazz game tonight. So, I packed the kids up to go pick up Ronix. I got dinner started around 530. Of course both Oliver and Max didn't eat it. Finally it was time for bed. I put the kids to bed, got all the toys picked up and heard them crying. Oliver had trapped Max in the closet. After spending about 30 minutes battling with them I finally let Oliver out so Max could get to sleep. Oliver came out and dumped out about half the toys by the time Max was asleep. It's about 9pm and the kids are down, Mark is at the Jazz game and the dishes are still in the sink. I'm having an internal conversation about what I should do next. Put the toys away, do the dishes, watch the news, listen to my podcasts I'm behind on? I'm going to bed. The chores and the news aren't going anywhere.