Busy nothings

Despite this gorgeous, peaceful view that we get to admire every night, our evenings are a little cray. And before you, moms of multiple kids, tell me to "just wait" until I have more kids, let me just say this - don't say this.
It's just me and the lady at first (walk, snack, play, dance, run... the whole shebang), and then daddy gets home. He starts the bath right away and while he does that, I run around like a squirrel in a wheel (that's a Russian expression) picking up books, toys, tupperware, straws and any and all contents of kitchen cabinets from the floor or bath tub, and occasionally even the toilet.
I also start dinner. Bath is done, then it's jammie time, Bible time, warm milkie time, and teeth-brushing. A couple of "Twinkle-Twinkle Little Stars" later the sweetie blows us kisses, and reaches for her crib (I know!!! She loves going night-night!). Freedom starts with making lunches for the next day and finishing up our dinner. When the craze is over we are like, so now what do we do with ourselves?
My favorite nights include loading up our dinner plates (usually with something grilled + veggies) and watching some silly movie. We love watching silly movies more than we want to admit. Don't judge.
Last night was one of those favorite nights. We grilled some fish and peppers, made a salad, poured ourselves some red (fish goes with white wine, but white wine is just ...meh!), and plopped on the couch to rust our brains for 2 hours of Iron Man 3. Usually we want 2 hours of our lives back, but most of the time we feel like we deserve that leisure time, we are entitled to it, and we must have it. Our type of hectic is pretty awesome though, but even Iron Man in the end said "screw it!". He threw away his magnetic transmitter, drove away on his iron man mobile, and decided to start enjoying life finally.
But in the very-very end you see him hauling his Jarvis with him, which is a hint that tomorrow he will wake up and happily do it all over again, dirty diapers, food on the carpet, pacifiers in the toilet, and all.

Oops, when I'm tired, "at the end of the sentence I say a wrong cranberry".