So, have I peaked your curiosity?
This is my plan in progress:
Awake at about 7 am, which is about 7 hours after turning off lights from night before.
Sit with one and a half year old boy while he drinks his milk until you are no longer hungry for breakfast.
Try desperately to keep him quiet when his only method of communication is to grunt or screech so his older sister can sleep.
Answer phone about house.
Make decisions with now two children distracting you (the phone woke the second) that will affect your budget and overall appearance of the home you're building.
The stress from making these types of decisions with LOTS of help from children bumps your metabolism to a great rate.
Realize you haven't eaten breakfast and make some type of meal replacement shake.
Convince kids to eat something that is not a cliff bar.
Get dressed while kids eat.
Grab purse, makeup bag (not that you''ll remember to use it) and a diaper and get in the car leaving your half finished breakfast drink on the counter.
Go in and out of at least two hardware stores and when you hopefully get in and out of the car with two kids for the last time, realize you need to pick up the dry cleaning and buy milk and yogurt at the store.
Guiltily take the kids to Burger King for lunch. You can't stomach the stuff but they eat it like it's the best meal on earth.
Wish you went to Subway where you could have at least gotten a cookie.
Bring kids home, make them a snack and put the youngest down for a nap.
Sit and play with the older child until you realize you have not only skipped breakfast but lunch as well.
Make some stupid snack like apples, yogurt or cheese and crackers and eat half if you're lucky because your snack suddenly looks like the best meal on earth to your older child.
Realize that younger one is about to wake up and you have no idea what to do for dinner.
Throw frozen pizza in the oven and make some mixed frozen veggies out of guilt.
Pull our work clothes for you.
Pull out work clothes for your husband.
Pull out two changes of clothes for your kids knowing that they're going to play hard with gramma.
Throw dinner at husband followed by clothes, peel out of the driveway, drop off kids and head off to the most relaxing part of your day.
It involves hauling lumber, using power tools and lifting heavy walls.
Go home, put kids to bed. Stare at TV uncomprehending until dragging yourself to bed where you suddenly realize you haven't spoken to your spouse all day.
Talk until midnight and realize you need to turn out the light so you can do it all over again the next day.
Know that when your house is finished it will be totally worth it, and you'll be at least 15 pounds lighter, even with all of your new hard earned muscles.
Whew.