thrown for a loopy loop

I have crossed the threshold from a little bit off kilter to totally loopy and it's only 7:30A. Wednesday started with an indepth analysis of the shody plot and lack of character development for the movie PeeWee's Big Adventure (thank you Netflix) by our resident 8 year old movie (and everything else) critic. I forsee that the rest of the day will unfold in an elaborate battle between Thing 1 and Thing 2 over everything, including, but not limited to: sand art, who can snap the loudest and allegations of "almost" doing things unkind to each other. This, of course, will be followed by bouts of SSR (sustained silent reading to the lay people), Quaker's Meetings and essays on how to make good (or at least, better) choices. I will wash, dry, and partially fold 14 loads of laundry, vacuum wood shavings and shredded cheese, make meatballs, and mop up yogurt spills, all while holding a toddler, stepping over (and sometimes on) a dog and refereeing the aforementioned squabbles. I predict that I will deviate from "it's already Wednesday?'' to "it's ONLY Wednesday?!" by noon-thirty and there will be a mandatory quiet time that will not really be very quiet as children will endlessly and noisily question the duration of the silent epoch. But, as 3 o'clock approaches, I will be renewed and refreshed and eager to spend one of the last few afternoons with my kiddos before they head back to the school grind. We shall converse like civilized people and perhaps, drink lemonade and snack on limited edition Oreos and I will once again, wish for a few more summer days. This, obviously, is one of the upsides of loopy - the abilty to forget (or the inabilty to remember) what occurred mere minutes ago...