12 hours in my life (7am-7pm today)

I wake up to the sound of someone talking on NPR, and after a while, I remove my flannel-lined satin sleep mask.
I jump out of bed, walk across the sun drenched house and wake my boys with the news that it is going to be a glorious day, that the birds are singing and the air is alive with energy.
I go outside with my iPhone into backyard and photograph the sun rising bright pink over the edge of the backyard.
The coffee I set up last night is now brewing....drip, drip, mmmm...
I bring some recyclables down to the end of the driveway, noticing for the second time today that I am barefoot outside on a February morning and it is not unpleasant....I feel very happy about this.
I cook two portions of steel cut oatmeal with flax seed, raisins, vanilla extract, cinnamon, sea salt and organic brown sugar
I open the dishwasher and put away clean dishes, and rinse the tea cups that were waiting in the sink overnight
I open the washer and dryer, put clean wet clothes into dryer, and stuff another load into the wash.
I serve the boys bowls of cold cereal, warm croissants with nutella, soy milk, and vitamins. No smoothies today; we are running a bit late.
I eat some of the oatmeal, drink some coffee, pound some vitamins.
I advise the boys on wardrobe and general readiness for school, help them find their lunch boxes and fill them with good things to eat - fruit and juice, water crackers, tuna salad and string cheese...
I drive the boys to school, with the dog in the back seat by their feet.
At school, we all pile out but almost immediately, I have to make the dog get right back into the van. We drive back home swiftly to retrieve Sam's viola, which was accidentally left in the middle of the kitchen floor.
I drive to school a second time, arriving in the hallway just in time for music class to begin.
I give my hairstylist's card to a mom outside school who compliments my do - she is at school delivering the musical instrument her daughter left at home this morning
I drive back past our street and pick up my ADHD meds at the Kroger pharmacy
Then, I buy gas at Kroger with my 20 cent per gallon discount, earned with the purchase I just made inside at the pharmacy.
I withdraw cash for Marcy, the friend whom I pay to help clean my house with me every other Thursday.
I return home and walk the dog alongside my neighbor, Maryann, and her dog, Sadie.
Marcy arrives early and I ask her to start without me, promising that I will be back to clean with her after a very short workout - one of a dozen offered for $39 (TOTAL) on livingsocial.com
While chatting with my friend Susan, who can't work out with me today because her daughter has a fever, I drive across town to meet with a personal trainer to target glutes and abs. Ouch!
Afterwards, I sit in the parking lot just long enough to respond to an urgent email: I must compose and send off a new musician bio for the program of my upcoming quartet concert.
I drive home and clean house with Marcy, strip beds, put away finished laundry, make beds, then edit my bio, and resend the new version while eating granola and berries mixed into Greek yogurt.
I change my clothes to attend a 90 minute design meeting at a local architect's office, proposing some mural ideas for the future gelateria and coffee/tea house coming to our neighborhood.
I return home while chatting on phone with my friend, Alison.
I read my new email, look for images for mural on line, update my facebook status, correspond with Paul and CCM prep about a conflict between a basketball play off game and a theatre rehearsal for Isaac. The theatre reheasal wins out.
I briefly visit with Max until it is time to return to school to pick up the boys.
I chat on phone with my friend Gina as I drive to the neighborhood elementary school for the third time today.
As I get out of my car, I look up at the sky and spread my arms wide as if to embrace the sun. I then literally embrace and also briefly visit with friends on the sidewalk outside school, setting up a conditional coffee date with one for 2pm tomorrow, if I can be ready by then...it will be a much busier day than today.
I drive the boys home, work on typing up lyrics sheets for tomorrow night's Debbie Friedman tribute service, to be held in our living room.
I rearrange the living room furniture for the service, and continue cleaning the house, doing the laundry.
I practice the cello with Isaac, which is interrupted by the realization that I forgot to give everyone their afternoon snack. Pear are sliced and consumed, and then practice resumes.
I field a call about tonight's rehearsal as Isaac runs outside to join the family game of frisbee.
I put two frozen Kirkland cheese pizzas in the oven, after first smearing one with fresh pesto sauce and sprinkling it with fresh basil leaves
I blog about it
From the top of the stairs I hear "BEEP!!
and then, BEEEEEPPPP!!!!!
OK, OK, so, this blogging took more than 11 minutes, and consequently I've burnt the basil pizza. Slightly. To be safe, I "make" another one and pop it in the already hot oven.
Paul walks in the door just as it is done baking. I serve all three pizzas and tall glasses of orange juice and, thanks to spring fever and the increased activity of everyone around the table, the food rapidly disappears.
It is decided that Isaac and I will run out to Kroger and buy several different flavors of ice cream, like Eugene and his cousin did in Brighton Beach Memoirs. The five of us then sit at the table and eat ice cream together and it is very, very good.