Let me break it down for you...
Noon- leave to pick up the husband
2pm - return from getting the husband
2:50- get boy from school
3:30 - get girl from school
4pm- take husband to work conference (on the other side of town, during rush hour!)
5:50- head to Girl Scouts
7:45- leave from Scouts to pick up the husband (on the other side of town, with snow covered roads!)
9pm- return home, finish homework, send midgets to bed
In those 9 hours I had two 20 minute blocks of time where I had to start the homework and try to find something that was dinner appropriate. Leftover pizza totally counts as nutritious, right?
And if running around like a chicken with my head cut off isn't amusing enough, I had to sit in a room for 90 minutes with 7 girls who have no clue how to STFU! I was taught to listen to and respect adults. Apparently parents don't teach their kids this anymore.
We were making our final drive home. My head was pounding from the incessant chatter from 7 girls, my stomach was eating itself I was so hungry, and I had to drive slow due to the snow. A little voice chimes in from the backseat. "Mom, when are we having dinner?"
If someone can teach me how to magically pull an extra hour or two out of my ass, please let me know.