WOULD YOU RATHER.......

Ok, I'm going to give you 2 scenarios and you have to pick which one is more appealing in the poll on the right side of your screen.

Scenario 1:

Getting up at 5:30am and in to work by 6am. By work, I mean running around like a chicken with your head cut off trying to fill tire chain orders for the Les Schwabs (and related companies) of the world while they bark orders at you. No time for bathroom breaks or food breaks and stopping to pour coffee is a luxury no one in your office can afford. At least 5 phone calls are ringing asking only for you by name each minute piling more requests on top of you while intermittenly shouting their displeasure of the turnaround time for their order. 100's of orders pour in every hour and your warehouse cannot possibly keep up with the demand. Auto stores have decided to bypass waiting for you on the phone and begin showing up at your door trying to grab the chains right off of your shelves. Your shoulders and back are killing you from being hunched over the computer too long, not to mention that you haven't blinked in about 4 hours. When 8:30pm rolls around, you tear yourself away from your desk with 300 orders not yet input into your database, but you want to at least get home to tuck the kids in that night so they can remember your face. Many others at your workplace continue to work. Fall asleep in your dinner, but wake up by 10:30pm just in time to watch Mark Nelsen on Channel 12 so you can email back your faithful Teaguecast followers who have been hounding you for a weather update all day. As if you have time to check the weather models. Crash face down in bed around midnight only to start the same agonizing workday tomorrow and everyday (including Saturday and Sunday) until this crazy coldfront decides the Metro Portland area has had enough.

Scenario 2:

Being cooped up with a 2 year old boy (Boy 1) and a one year old boy (Boy 2) while preschool is cancelled and everyone has cabin fever. Although you do get to sleep in 'til 7:15am, you are awoken by the same "I want to watch (insert fave children's show here)" question asked incessantly by Boy 1 until you finish wiping down your hands and arms from Boy 2's poopy diaper to turn on the TV. Then you clean up various messes ranging from Boy 2 somehow attaching toilet paper to his sock and walking throughout the entire house with one long string attached to it, Boy 1 attempting to make a peanut butter sandwich by himself and using his (probably dirty) fingers as the spreading knife, Boy 2 helping himself to the catfood and spilling its contents and the adjacent water all over the floor, Boy 1 changing his clothes 5 different times (not an exaggeration) while waiting to fall asleep at naptime, the 200 piece lego bag dumped on the floor twice, Boy 2 deciding to drop his food and beverage on the floor when he's no longer hungry, etc. You enjoy constant battles with Boy 1 over any number of topics such as who gets to turn the light off, who gets to turn the radio on, who gets to put his jacket on, who gets to operate the microwave, who decides when Boy 1 has a dirty diaper and needs to be changed, who has earned the right to push Boy 2 to the floor, who can get out of timeout whenever he wants and on and on and on. And the tantrums and meltdowns. My Lord! Boy 2 has no ability to forsee bumping his head on the underside of the dining room table, yet he walks around under the table constantly and cries his little eyes out each and every time he stands up and conks his noggin. Boy 2 also cries when running into the wall with the shopping cart. "Why can't it just always go straight?" he cries in utter despair. All of these situations are also coming at rapid fire pace and you are solo in your endeavors and cleanups while pining for the days that Storm Alerts aren't pre-empting The View and your husband is home for the dinners you have been preparing in vain since Boy 1 and Boy 2 would rather have hot dogs.

Please make your selection. Best of luck!

OK I agree, Teague's got it worse. So what are you all up to this week? Still enjoying the weather? (insert sarcasm here)