The Family Anchor: Journalist Deborah Norville

The only thing "typical" about my days is that they're typically different from one to the next. Yesterday I got up at 6 a.m., walked the dog, and woke my children. Then I fed three kids, wiped three faces, and cleaned three messes. Once the nanny was there, we divided and conquered to get the kids dressed.

Then I hopped on the bus to take my sons, Niki, 10, and Kyle, 6, to school and read Kyle a story at school. After spending time with my 3-year-old daughter Mikaela, I went to work around 10 a.m.

In the evening, I read to the kids and played with them before putting them to bed. My husband, Karl, was away, so I called friends and refinished a lamp. Then I did laundry and watched part of The West Wing before going online to research a speech I was giving at the Georgia governor's mansion. Once the speech was done, I went to bed, at 2 a.m.

Karl and I usually share childcare duties pretty well, but the bulk falls to me. He doesn't set up playdates, and he's probably unaware that kids constantly need new shoes! But when Kyle broke his ankle, Karl took him to every single doctor's appointment.