Schedule for The Hollywood Mom

6:30 a.m. Wake up. Think about world peace. Go on Facebook.

7:00 a.m. Wake up kids. Update Twitter status. Think about Linked In.

7:30 a.m. Schedule conference (w/ husband).

7:45 a.m. Personal car - middle school. 

8:15 a.m. Personal car - elementary school.

8:50 a.m. Von's is open; The Hollywood Mom may stop by for cat food and to say hello, and all staff will appear very happy to see her.

9:15 a.m. Return home. Think about world financial markets. Go on Facebook.

9:30 a.m. Play Bejeweled Blitz while reading through other people's tweets and status updates.

10:00 a.m. Do the dishes. Think about filing lots of papers piled up on filing cabinet.

10:15 a.m. Meeting with New Jersey branch (sister) (on phone)

11:00 a.m. High level negotiations with Wells Fargo (on phone)

11:15 a.m. Higher level negotiations with J. Crew (on phone)

11:30 a.m. Receive text message from daughter. Results of history test are in: 90%. Prepare press release for husband.

11:35 a.m. Unscheduled event: Discover son's lunch under bed where dog is trying to open and consume. Personal car to Hollywood for delivery. Son appears simultaneously relieved and nonplussed. Crisis averted.

noon Run into ____________ at school office. Lunch on Larchmont. Published agenda: School Fundraiser coming up next month. Actual topic of meeting: people we know in common and hold wide-ranging opinions of.

1:00 p.m. Monetary Policy meeting with husband, on phone, as in, Did you pay the car insurance? No, I thought you paid the car insurance. And then, but you always pay the car insurance - you have a relationship with them. No, I only pay when you forget. Transcript available through the Freedom of Information Act.

2:50 p.m. Personal car arrives at elementary school. No idea what I've done or where I've been since 1:00 p.m., but I have fewer overdue library books than I did when I left, which feels like an accomplishment.

3:15 p.m. Personal car arrives at middle school. Debriefing commences. Most days it feels like 5 miles is 4 miles too far for this hungry, angry, tired constituency to travel. Possible bailout to Village Pizza or Sam's Bagels.

4:15 p.m. Personal car arrives home. Think about dinner. Go on Facebook.

4:30 p.m. Strategic objectives meeting: how will two children faced with limited electronic resources watch what they want to watch, play the games they want to play, and visit the websites they want to visit without killing each other? Oh, and do homework.

4:40 p.m. Ice cream man!!! (shuttle diplomacy, East Side)

6:15 p.m. Husband/father arrives home. No idea what's been going on all afternoon but dinner is not only not ready, it hasn't even been started. 

6:20 p.m. Personal car to Boot Camp class, accompanied by son, who has been bribed into going with the promise of a grilled cheese sandwich at snack bar. Pressure on the domestic monetary supply relieves pressure on the sibling rivalry quotient. And hunger.

8:30 p.m. Personal car returns home. Sit down to watch something on DVR. 

8:40 p.m.  Schedule change: Emergency communication from daughter. Poster project demonstrating seismic activity of tectonic plates due in morning has not only not been finished, it hasn't even been started. Ten minutes are wasted being mad.

11:00 p.m. All family participants are asleep - except cat who's just beginning his day. Head for bed but first check Facebook. Daughter is online in another room! Want to reprimand her but end up online chatting instead.

11:15 p.m. Now I'm mad. Take away computer. Ignore the unpublishable look on her face. Get in bed. Think about getting a job. Might not have time for it. 'Night.