If you really want to know what I do with myself all day while the kids are at school, well here you go--

Out of the house at 8:30.
Stop at school board office to pick up some papers.
Arrive at visiting teaching appointment.
Wonder why my companion isn't there.
Call her to make sure she's ok.
Realize that due to lack of communication, she went to my house instead, and now is at her house.
Think about how faithful my companion is as she packs up her baby and associated gear yet another time.
Have a quite nice albeit slightly late-starting visiting teaching appointment.
Realize that I am late for my presidency meeting.
Rush out to the car and head off.
Realize I have to go the the bathroom.
Really bad.
Get into one-track-mind mode.  Need. Tacie's. Bathroom.
Apparently drive 54 in a 35 zone.
Get pulled over by a cop.
Get a speeding ticket.
Still. Need. Tacie's. Bathroom.
See this number right here:

Have a heart attack because I think it's the cost of the ticket.
Use Tacie's bathroom.
Feel very grateful (and a little sheepish) when Tacie's police officer husband points out that it's only the ordinance number, not the cost.
Proceed to have the usual 2-hour long presidency meeting.
Realize I am late for a commitment to help a friend who is moving clean her house.
Make the 20 minute drive (much more slowly this time) back home to pick up supplies and grab some lunch.
Clean a couple bathrooms at my friend's house.
Realize that Brooke is going to be home any minute.
Ask my friend's son to retrieve Andrew from the park behind her house where he has been playing.
Feel grateful that the bus drivers are still not familiar with their routes and are running late.
Listen to voice messages, return phone calls, discuss visiting teaching changes with the visiting teaching leader, get snacks for the kids, and start making pizza.  Pretty much all at the same time.

You know, the usual.