Trying to survive on 3-4 hours of sleep per night; waking the girls up at 7AM; fixing breakfast (and making sure they eat it); getting both dressed with hair done; brushing their teeth; finding shoes (and matching socks); trying to find something to wear that still fits me; not forgetting the already packed lunch box in the fridge; getting them in the car and getting Dillen to school in time to play for a bit on the playground; walking Dillen to her classroom and sometimes carrying Roxy back to the car; grocery shopping; laundry (laundry and more laundry); trash; cleaning the house (vacuuming, dusting, disinfecting, etc.); gym class; karate classes; swim lessons; Room Parent meeting and responsibilities; Daisy Troop; killing 1,000 ants crawling all over the outside trash; feeding and keeping fish in both salt water tanks alive; feeding the cats and cleaning out the litter box; feeding the bearded dragon and cleaning out the terrarium; helping Dillen find the perfect item for share day; playing with Roxy; library and story time; making lunch for Roxy; trying to figure out how to handle a 2 year old that just snuck and drank half of my iced Venti vanilla latte; outdoor park play time; dealing with my facebook/Scramble addiction; answering emails; returning phone calls; booking appointments with doctors, hair stylist (!), car, etc.; updating blog; picking Dillen up from school (so chaotic and usually with Roxy asleep on my shoulder); getting through Dillen's daily 5-10 minute sobbing meltdowns; finding something to keep the girls occupied until dinnertime (crafts, reading, play, movie, whatever!); fixing dinner and making sure they eat it; finding pajamas; bath time/shower time; snuggle time and "what was your favorite part of the day" time; brushing their teeth; getting them off to bed; etc., etc., etc...

All this while Sean is gone on a business trip for two weeks and I am over 8 months pregnant.

I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...