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Monday, May 10th

7:00 am The alarm goes off. After somewhere between two and four sleep cycles Rosco gets up. I stay in bed, watching him through half-opened eyes and cuddling with Creature.

7:30 am Ross leaves for work, bless his heart.

8:00 am I crawl out of bed and into the shower. I feed Creature and by 8:30 I'm out the door.

8:45-12:00 pm I babysit Berit (two). We eat peanut butter and chocolate toasted sandwiches and play a game of Charlie Harper Memory in which I barely escape with my pride intact (never, ever play Memory with small children. For serious).

12:30-1:30 pm I come home and spend an hour fantasizing about our August road trip to DC and living on a houseboat in Amsterdam.

1:30-3:00 pm Nap (o sweet elixir of life!).

3:00-3:30 pm I putz around trying to put together a shopping list.

3:30-4:00 pm I take advantage of my 90 minutes of free parking at Whole Foods to stop at Powell's, which I do pretty much every time I shop for groceries.

4:00-4:45 pm Grocery shopping. Is there anything more beautiful than a well-stocked produce section (besides a farmer's market, of course, which is basically the same thing)?

4:45-5:00 pm Unload groceries, which takes me two trips out to the car. I love shopping for groceries myself (since that means I indulge in things like hideously expensive organic milk), but I pay for it in back-breaking labor.

5:00-5:15 pm I decide our house needs a peony. Walk to Trader Joe's (for amazing whole grain chips) and buy a single peony at the next door florist.

5:15-5:45 pm Clean up. Meanwhile, Ross comes home and teases the cat.

5:45-6:45 pm While I make dinner (steamed artichokes with butter and baked tilapia... delish), Ross stakes the tomato before playing the piano.

6:45-7:15 pm We eat. The table looks lovely and we're inundated with the sunshine pouring in our window. Life is good.

7:15-7:30 pm A brief discussion ensues. We need to clean up after dinner and also research what we're going to do with our wedding photo credit (I know... we still haven't ordered our photos). Ross asks me what I want to do. The conversation goes something like this:

Me: Dishes.

Ross: Really?

Me: Absolutely.

Ross: What would be the nicer thing for me to do as a husband?

Me: Research the photo thing.

Ross: Really?!?

I love my husband.

So as Ross begins looking at the photos I put together a quick "Dishes" playlist on my iPod.

7:30-8:00 pm I do the dishes while Ross looks up photo stuff, pausing every once and a while to dance with me to such greats as "Dance Anthem of the '80s" (Regina Spektor) and "Farewell Kabarista" (Vagabond Opera).

8:00-9:15 pm Ross continues to look at photos and then separates a couple of plants into different pots. Meanwhile, I write a letter to my dad on our typewriter and make homemade ginger ale, which is currently fermenting on top of our counters. We"ll let you know how it is.

9:15-11:00 pm We watch the second episode of Tin Man, a truly, truly terrible miniseries (with a surprisingly stellar cast), based on "The Wizard of Oz," into which we have been sucked against our will. We don't recommend it.

11:00 pm Bed. We drag ourselves off the couch and go through our nightly routine--brush the teeth, wash the face, and move Creature's bed, water and litter box into the bathroom--before crawling into bed to twitch (Ross) and dream about the zoo (me).