I am angry, and I want to shout it from the rooftops!
I am angry that I work 50 plus hours a week.
I am angry that I don't have the money for the things I want, and sometimes even for the things I need.
I am angry that I am in a place that I can't get ample help provided to my son.
I am angry that as a society we don't take more of a proactive approach to mental illness.
I am angry at my own physical limitations.
I am angry that my family is healthy and taking things for granted.
I want to scream it all at the top of my lungs out loud.
I am angry at my husband for only working 25 hours a week.
I am angry that he won't help with more of the housework.
I am angry that when I share my feelings I am picking a fight.
I am angry he gets to be with the kids more than me.
I am angry at myself for getting to this point.
I am angry that I haven't made time for me.
I am angry that I am angry.
I am angry that I'm putting my laundry out in the universe.
I am angry that I can't seem to force myself to ask for help even when it is offered.
I am angry at myself for wasting my time doing for others what they choose not to do.
I am just so freaking angry today.
I am angry that my husband is sitting at the computer instead of listening to how I feel, because I feel taken for granted.
I am angry that I have to ask the man-child to help out around the house.
I am even more angry when after asking he still doesn't do it.
I am angry that my daughter has developed the habit of blaming me for her not getting things accomplished./
I am angry at my best friend for asking me why if I am so unhappy that I don't just leave.
I want to allow myself to be angry for a minute.
I want to be selfish for just a day.
For just one day before someone under this roof acts I want them to think, how would this make mom feel?
I want to be the selfish person that I am so often accused of being.
I want to come first for someone.
I don't want to have to make time, I want to be provided with time.
I want my son to get the help he deserves.
I want the help that I deserve.
I want someone to listen to my feelings.
When I think about what I want, I feel guilty that I am not grateful for what I have.
I have 4 children who are all verbal.
I have a husband that if here with his kids.
I have a job.
I have a roof.
I have good.
I have luxuries that others don't.
I am alive.
I am managing.
But even with all that I am allowed to stumble.
I am allowed to do so without feeling like a terrible person.
I am allowed to want.
I am allowed to need.
I am allowed to feel sorry for myself.
I am allowed to let the green eyed dragon raise its head once in a while.
Today, in this moment I am allowed to be ungrateful. I can be thankful for everything I have in just a bit. I'm throwing my pity party for one, and no one else was invited. It was just for me. And I am going to wallow in my self loathing feelings for a minute.
Saturday, January 17, 2015
Thursday, January 15, 2015
Lack of Planning on Your Part does not Create an Emergency on Mine
I cannot stand procrastination! That being said, I am happily married to a giant procrastinator. We are talking the man was born late,and hasn't been on time since, procrastinator. They say opposite attract, and that must hold true because I am the person who sets schedules and still arrives 30 to 40 minutes early for everything.
Just last night, I came home at 6:25 with my husband occupied on the gaming console to, "oh, hey you're home early."
"Nope, store closed 25 minutes ago, I thought I would have been here at like 6:15 so I feel like I'm running late. What's for dinner?"
"It's going to be the chicken and vegetables, can you cut the potatoes while I finish this level?"
"Um... OK, when will it be done though? I have a conference call at 9 and then I need to work out and login to my online desk at Beachbody."
"I'm not sure, I still need to brown the chicken before I put it in the pressure cooker."
At that point I put my head down and just started cutting vegetables being critiqued along the way by various household members. When I was done I put them on the freezer so he could put them in the pot the way he wanted. He gave up on browning the chicken. Shocker. Then I had cut too many veggies to go with the chicken so dinner would need to be made in stages, again no big deal, I can go do my online stuff and then it will be done.
The first veggies came out perfect! Success!! So he put the second batch in with the chicken and went to start on the sauce. This was great, he was making excellent use of his time until I came in and asked where he put the veggies only to discover he left them on the small table and the dog ate them.
It is now 8:30. It is now bedtime for the kids. It is now time for Gigi to get antsy and want to take his meds because it is the "perfect amount of dark." None of this is happening because the dinner that very well could have been done on time now had to be remade because the dog ate it.
Cue deep sigh and the therapist recommended counting to 10. We wound up eating dinner at 9 as I took my conference call for Intro into Coaching with some great ladies.
At this point working out the way I had planned was not going to work unless I wanted some real indigestion so I did weights and my 30 day challenge stuff only, with the plan to wake up early so I could fit in 2 workout tomorrow.
Let's fast forward to tonight. Again I sit down to login to my online office, but this time my daughter interrupts. "I just need to log in and print off my STEM project for tomorrow." What she left out is that she still needed to research and create it.
"How long have you had this project?"
"Since Monday. Why?"
"Did you start on it Monday?"
"No."
"So you had time for a sleep over and 2 playdates, but you had no time for your schoolwork, is that what I am to understand?"
"Well I forgot."
"Do it quick. We will talk about it later."
The dryer is buzzing so I go in to swap the laundry. The attendant had brought down Gigi's laundry. Finally something is on schedule. Oh wait why is the hamper full of wet towels that I put into wash this morning? I open the dryer to find my daughters clothes in the washer and the dryer. She was apparently too busy to put the towels in the dryer so she put them we back in the hamper for me to, I dunno, wash again because time is in abundance around here.
Cue another large sigh.
"Bean!"
"What?"
"Why is your laundry in the washer and dryer and the clothes I put in to wash in the hamper wet?"
"Because I forgot to do mine yesterday and I didn't do it last week and I don't have any more clothes."
Count to 10, Sae, count to 10.
I. Blew. Up.
There was a bit of would you do this to your father, mixed with some am I your mom or your maid, a sprinkle of I don't have time for this, and a dash of consequences.
My really ugly argument didn't strike until she yelled back that's not what daddy would do. Then I'm pretty sure I looked and sounded like Desi Arnez from I Love Lucy mixed with the pointer finger straight in the air and head roll, and I'm fairly certain my eyes were bugging out of my head like the Pinesol lady from the commercials in the 1990's.
When mommy gets this angry, no one is happy. Gigi gets upset and rocks, Obie hides until the storm of words passes, Jax deflects and points out everything every one else is doing wrong and Bean, well she pouts.
And do you know that girl still asked me to play on the Disney Infinity after she finished swapping her laundry so I could do her brother's and the towels again, before she finished her STEM project because there is no printer paper left because she finished it last week, but, surprise, forgot to tell anyone.
I guess I just won't ever understand why some people, my own family included, can't just buckle down and get things done whether it's all at once (not last minute)or little by little. One thing is for sure going to change in this house though... A lack of planning on your part will no longer constitute an emergency on mine. I'm not going out at 8pm at night to buy paper. I'm not accepting games over chores or school work, and I'm not settling for dinner after bed time anymore.
There are some changes brewing. I wonder how an accountability group in my house would effect the outcome...
Just last night, I came home at 6:25 with my husband occupied on the gaming console to, "oh, hey you're home early."
"Nope, store closed 25 minutes ago, I thought I would have been here at like 6:15 so I feel like I'm running late. What's for dinner?"
"It's going to be the chicken and vegetables, can you cut the potatoes while I finish this level?"
"Um... OK, when will it be done though? I have a conference call at 9 and then I need to work out and login to my online desk at Beachbody."
"I'm not sure, I still need to brown the chicken before I put it in the pressure cooker."
At that point I put my head down and just started cutting vegetables being critiqued along the way by various household members. When I was done I put them on the freezer so he could put them in the pot the way he wanted. He gave up on browning the chicken. Shocker. Then I had cut too many veggies to go with the chicken so dinner would need to be made in stages, again no big deal, I can go do my online stuff and then it will be done.
The first veggies came out perfect! Success!! So he put the second batch in with the chicken and went to start on the sauce. This was great, he was making excellent use of his time until I came in and asked where he put the veggies only to discover he left them on the small table and the dog ate them.
It is now 8:30. It is now bedtime for the kids. It is now time for Gigi to get antsy and want to take his meds because it is the "perfect amount of dark." None of this is happening because the dinner that very well could have been done on time now had to be remade because the dog ate it.
Cue deep sigh and the therapist recommended counting to 10. We wound up eating dinner at 9 as I took my conference call for Intro into Coaching with some great ladies.
At this point working out the way I had planned was not going to work unless I wanted some real indigestion so I did weights and my 30 day challenge stuff only, with the plan to wake up early so I could fit in 2 workout tomorrow.
Let's fast forward to tonight. Again I sit down to login to my online office, but this time my daughter interrupts. "I just need to log in and print off my STEM project for tomorrow." What she left out is that she still needed to research and create it.
"How long have you had this project?"
"Since Monday. Why?"
"Did you start on it Monday?"
"No."
"So you had time for a sleep over and 2 playdates, but you had no time for your schoolwork, is that what I am to understand?"
"Well I forgot."
"Do it quick. We will talk about it later."
The dryer is buzzing so I go in to swap the laundry. The attendant had brought down Gigi's laundry. Finally something is on schedule. Oh wait why is the hamper full of wet towels that I put into wash this morning? I open the dryer to find my daughters clothes in the washer and the dryer. She was apparently too busy to put the towels in the dryer so she put them we back in the hamper for me to, I dunno, wash again because time is in abundance around here.
Cue another large sigh.
"Bean!"
"What?"
"Why is your laundry in the washer and dryer and the clothes I put in to wash in the hamper wet?"
"Because I forgot to do mine yesterday and I didn't do it last week and I don't have any more clothes."
Count to 10, Sae, count to 10.
I. Blew. Up.
There was a bit of would you do this to your father, mixed with some am I your mom or your maid, a sprinkle of I don't have time for this, and a dash of consequences.
My really ugly argument didn't strike until she yelled back that's not what daddy would do. Then I'm pretty sure I looked and sounded like Desi Arnez from I Love Lucy mixed with the pointer finger straight in the air and head roll, and I'm fairly certain my eyes were bugging out of my head like the Pinesol lady from the commercials in the 1990's.
When mommy gets this angry, no one is happy. Gigi gets upset and rocks, Obie hides until the storm of words passes, Jax deflects and points out everything every one else is doing wrong and Bean, well she pouts.
And do you know that girl still asked me to play on the Disney Infinity after she finished swapping her laundry so I could do her brother's and the towels again, before she finished her STEM project because there is no printer paper left because she finished it last week, but, surprise, forgot to tell anyone.
I guess I just won't ever understand why some people, my own family included, can't just buckle down and get things done whether it's all at once (not last minute)or little by little. One thing is for sure going to change in this house though... A lack of planning on your part will no longer constitute an emergency on mine. I'm not going out at 8pm at night to buy paper. I'm not accepting games over chores or school work, and I'm not settling for dinner after bed time anymore.
There are some changes brewing. I wonder how an accountability group in my house would effect the outcome...
Thursday, January 8, 2015
The Magical Adventure of a Day Off
Startng this new adventure on my day off may be a tad bit... risky if not for the simple fact that this was not a typical day, nor a typical day for me at all.
My past two morning have started with the jolt of being woken up with the phone ringing at 4AM! That's right 4AM. Why, because there is a 2 hour delay for school. But let's back up just a wee bit. No one should be calling anyone at 4AM unless life or limb are at risk in that moment. But there it is, a 4AM wake up call pretty much saying you get to sleep in. OK school district, we need to work on that one mmmmk?
This morning after receiving my excessively early wake up call, I had just started to fall back to sleep when I was again awoken WAY too early to the screech of tires behind the house. We back right up to the main road, so this could be problematic should the car or object come sailing through our fence. I look out the bedroom window and become fully engaged in the work truck that just lost its load all over the road saga. It took the driver and passenger about 35 minutes and some very artsy language to pick everything before they headed on back down the road at 5:27. I glanced at my clock to see if it was even worth trying to go back to bed, I must have felt it was worth it because I laid back down.
No sooner had I closed my eyes, my eldest son's alarm clock went off. It is 5:35. It is too early to be up for a 3rd time. I can hear him climbing out of his top bunk, for a slight child, he can really throw his weight around. At this point I am just waiting to hear the same words that he whispers every morning.
Right on cue, "mommy, I am going to go take a short shower."
Which in our household loosely translates to : you should set a timee and set it for 15 minutes or I might stand in the hot water until the bus comes in an hour and you have to take me to school again.
"Jax, school is delayed."
"So I should go back to bed."
"Up to you. Just don't leave for the bus at 6:30 please."
"OK, I'm going back to be then. What time should I get up ?"
"It's a 2 hour delay, do the math."
It should be noted at this point that I am not a morning person.
"Oh, so like 7:30?"
"Is that 2 hours from now?"
I can hear him counting on his fingers, what are they teaching in school these days?
"Yes."
Silence, no sound of walking back to bed or climbing back into the bunk, just an excessively loud sigh.
"Yep."
"OK, I am going back to bed then."
All I can think in my head is, yeah well I'm not. I'm giving up on sleep. I'm up, let's get this show on the road.
I went downstairs to make a smoothie for breakfast and go to grab my blender only to find that my hubby didn't clean the garlic butter from dinner last night it off it. I wash it out. I put my fruit in after stomping on the frozen bag vigorously and then put the blender on high, just because I can. I like to think of the extra noise as a life lesson.
I drink it down and come out to the living room. I fold the towels that no one got to last night, saying a silent prayer that these were not what the dog chose to sleep on last night, guess we will truly find out in a few days. I toss them in the basket so I can make room for my morning routine. Where are my socks? I can't find my yoga socks anywhere.
I head to the kitchen to check the dryer, nope not there. Oh well time to innovate. I throwsome double sided tape on my toes and head back into the living room.
Dang it! I forgot my phone upstairs. Well I can mark off one flight of stairs from my list for the day. I grab my phone and come back down stairs heading right back to the kitchen to change the tape on my toes.
Finally, plank time. I love to plank. I look around the room to make sure that there are no spectators, that the dog is still sleep, and that the shades are still closed. I set the phone on timer on the floor and plant my feet. As I go to press start, there is a knock on the door.
My mind is racing, did I forget an appointment with Gigi's nurse? Did I forget someone was coming to pick something up from the house this morning? Oh crap, that one girl still hasn't picked up her shoes I sold her, but at 5:45? No way it's her.
They knock again. Crap, I'm not wearing pants. I do my morning workout in my husband's boxer briefs and a tank. I can't answer the door in this. Why are none of my clothes in the basket.
They pound on the door again. Now I am pissed off. Who knocks on the frigging door at 5:45 let alone 3 times when no one answers the first time.
I can't tell you how happy I am that the people who lived here last painted over the peephole on the door. F it. Whoever it is, they are going to see my morning glory.
I open the door to one of Jax's school mates. I take a deep breath.
"Good morning Ms. B. Do we have school this morning?"
This was worthy of 3 knocks and a pounding? This?!
"Yes, but you have a 2 hour delay dear."
Dear?! What am I? Mary Poppins?
"Oh OK, so I didn't miss the bus?"
"Nope."
"I wonder why no one told me. I should go tell everyone else at the stop."
"Yeah, you probably should."
He just stood there for another minute.
"Anything else?"
"No, I'm just trying to figure out when the bus is coming then."
It is literally 2 degrees outside, but what on Earth are they teaching you in school?
"7:30"
"Oh, thanks!" As he darts off across the icy road, busting his rump before he gets to the other side.
I sigh and head back into the kitchen to change the tape again so I can finally start to plank. I come back in the living room and Cosmo is awake. Cosmo brings a whole new meaning to follows you around like a lost puppy. This puppy is my shadow, he is always under my feet. Always. I take another deep breath and head back to the kitchen to let him out. Maybe I can sneak back into the living room while he is out doing his thang.
Now we are out of sticky tape. Just going to have to grip extra hard. I set down the timer, plant my feet and go. 1 minute 12 seconds. A personal best! Woot! In doing my happy dance and wondering whether if I push a little harder if I can best my time.
"Why are you wearing daddy pants?"
"Oh, sweet Jesus, good morning, Gigi."
"I'm hungry."
"OK mommy will put on pants."
I'm kind of bummed, but there is later.
By the time I get pants on, everyone else is awake, the dog is barking at the back door and Gigi is calling to see where I am.
Nope, no more time for that. Right now there is no later.
"Why didn't you wake us up?"
"Because school is delayed, see Jax is still here."
"Are you going to leave us with Daddy again?"
"No, it is my day off. I will be here until the bus comes to take you away."
"Daddy makes us stand inside until the bus comes."
"OK, let's start to get ready."
As we go through the morning routine, hubby moans that we are too loud and to knock it off. The first thought that runs through my mind is, "OK man child. No one forced you to stay up until 3 am playing video games." But I kind of did in a way by not volunteering to take a Gigi shift. So I say nothing.
We go out to the bus at 9:30 and argue over why it is not OK to kick the pavement, and I finally end the argument with I'm not buying anyone new shoes until spring statement. CFD shakes his head, but his judgment means nothing to me; I have, afterall, seen him at his parenting finest. By now Gig is in tears because he doesn't want to leave me, Obie is mad because someone kicked snow onto his backpack, and Bean is just mortified to be around her younger brothers. Thank goodness I can see the bus coming. I push all 3 on the bus, wave and sign like a crazy woman secretly praying my fingers don't flop off from frostbite, blow the final kisses as the bus pulls off, and haul to the front door.
I come in after being outside at the bus stop for all of 7 minutes. The dog looks up like it has been several hours. His tail starts wagging, and when he jumps up to race over, he reveals the heap if chewed up Beachbody DVDs that he has chewed upon while I was gone for 7 minutes.
Now I know my dog is intelligent, but I know he does not have esp. The look of anger that washed over my face must have said it all because all 110 pounds of my 7 month old puppy got really low to the ground and became glued to the walks as he slinked out of the room to the back door. I closed my eyes, I counted to 10, I reflected that I probably should not have left them on the TV stand, and then I said "7 minutes."
I cleaned up the mess and then sat down at the computer to cycle through my power hour with Beachbody. I'm really hoping to get everything up and running this morning by way of my sites and challenge group announcements before my order was ready for pick up at the store.
The rest of the day went by super fast. I spent some time with the hubs, showed up for a postponed field trip, got a few things set up in my room, picked up the kids from the bus, learned I thoroughly embarrassed Jax with what will be from henceforth called The Incident, and packed my food for my day 1 tomorrow.
The homework was finished with little argument or food spillage before the night attendant arrived. She thankfully took Gigi for a walk so I could spend time with the other 3. We played around for a bit before we laid down some chores before he came back.
It was a fairly peaceful evening filled with some YouTube and Disney infinity while I got to contact and network for BB and set up an outing with friends (hopefully).
I'm really hoping the rest of my evening will go just as smoothly so I can get in my workout and check in with my challenge group. Maybe if I'm really lucky Gigi will stay asleep until his dad gets home later tonight, but I am aware that probably will not become a reality. He is super fixated on sound tonight and has said 20 1 for the past 30 minutes. So I am banking on the fact he will be up again before 11.
***update***
I did get to push play, and it kicked my but. Now I am laying on the couch with my Gigi trying to get some sleep!
My past two morning have started with the jolt of being woken up with the phone ringing at 4AM! That's right 4AM. Why, because there is a 2 hour delay for school. But let's back up just a wee bit. No one should be calling anyone at 4AM unless life or limb are at risk in that moment. But there it is, a 4AM wake up call pretty much saying you get to sleep in. OK school district, we need to work on that one mmmmk?
This morning after receiving my excessively early wake up call, I had just started to fall back to sleep when I was again awoken WAY too early to the screech of tires behind the house. We back right up to the main road, so this could be problematic should the car or object come sailing through our fence. I look out the bedroom window and become fully engaged in the work truck that just lost its load all over the road saga. It took the driver and passenger about 35 minutes and some very artsy language to pick everything before they headed on back down the road at 5:27. I glanced at my clock to see if it was even worth trying to go back to bed, I must have felt it was worth it because I laid back down.
No sooner had I closed my eyes, my eldest son's alarm clock went off. It is 5:35. It is too early to be up for a 3rd time. I can hear him climbing out of his top bunk, for a slight child, he can really throw his weight around. At this point I am just waiting to hear the same words that he whispers every morning.
Right on cue, "mommy, I am going to go take a short shower."
Which in our household loosely translates to : you should set a timee and set it for 15 minutes or I might stand in the hot water until the bus comes in an hour and you have to take me to school again.
"Jax, school is delayed."
"So I should go back to bed."
"Up to you. Just don't leave for the bus at 6:30 please."
"OK, I'm going back to be then. What time should I get up ?"
"It's a 2 hour delay, do the math."
It should be noted at this point that I am not a morning person.
"Oh, so like 7:30?"
"Is that 2 hours from now?"
I can hear him counting on his fingers, what are they teaching in school these days?
"Yes."
Silence, no sound of walking back to bed or climbing back into the bunk, just an excessively loud sigh.
"Yep."
"OK, I am going back to bed then."
All I can think in my head is, yeah well I'm not. I'm giving up on sleep. I'm up, let's get this show on the road.
I went downstairs to make a smoothie for breakfast and go to grab my blender only to find that my hubby didn't clean the garlic butter from dinner last night it off it. I wash it out. I put my fruit in after stomping on the frozen bag vigorously and then put the blender on high, just because I can. I like to think of the extra noise as a life lesson.
I drink it down and come out to the living room. I fold the towels that no one got to last night, saying a silent prayer that these were not what the dog chose to sleep on last night, guess we will truly find out in a few days. I toss them in the basket so I can make room for my morning routine. Where are my socks? I can't find my yoga socks anywhere.
I head to the kitchen to check the dryer, nope not there. Oh well time to innovate. I throwsome double sided tape on my toes and head back into the living room.
Dang it! I forgot my phone upstairs. Well I can mark off one flight of stairs from my list for the day. I grab my phone and come back down stairs heading right back to the kitchen to change the tape on my toes.
Finally, plank time. I love to plank. I look around the room to make sure that there are no spectators, that the dog is still sleep, and that the shades are still closed. I set the phone on timer on the floor and plant my feet. As I go to press start, there is a knock on the door.
My mind is racing, did I forget an appointment with Gigi's nurse? Did I forget someone was coming to pick something up from the house this morning? Oh crap, that one girl still hasn't picked up her shoes I sold her, but at 5:45? No way it's her.
They knock again. Crap, I'm not wearing pants. I do my morning workout in my husband's boxer briefs and a tank. I can't answer the door in this. Why are none of my clothes in the basket.
They pound on the door again. Now I am pissed off. Who knocks on the frigging door at 5:45 let alone 3 times when no one answers the first time.
I can't tell you how happy I am that the people who lived here last painted over the peephole on the door. F it. Whoever it is, they are going to see my morning glory.
I open the door to one of Jax's school mates. I take a deep breath.
"Good morning Ms. B. Do we have school this morning?"
This was worthy of 3 knocks and a pounding? This?!
"Yes, but you have a 2 hour delay dear."
Dear?! What am I? Mary Poppins?
"Oh OK, so I didn't miss the bus?"
"Nope."
"I wonder why no one told me. I should go tell everyone else at the stop."
"Yeah, you probably should."
He just stood there for another minute.
"Anything else?"
"No, I'm just trying to figure out when the bus is coming then."
It is literally 2 degrees outside, but what on Earth are they teaching you in school?
"7:30"
"Oh, thanks!" As he darts off across the icy road, busting his rump before he gets to the other side.
I sigh and head back into the kitchen to change the tape again so I can finally start to plank. I come back in the living room and Cosmo is awake. Cosmo brings a whole new meaning to follows you around like a lost puppy. This puppy is my shadow, he is always under my feet. Always. I take another deep breath and head back to the kitchen to let him out. Maybe I can sneak back into the living room while he is out doing his thang.
Now we are out of sticky tape. Just going to have to grip extra hard. I set down the timer, plant my feet and go. 1 minute 12 seconds. A personal best! Woot! In doing my happy dance and wondering whether if I push a little harder if I can best my time.
"Why are you wearing daddy pants?"
"Oh, sweet Jesus, good morning, Gigi."
"I'm hungry."
"OK mommy will put on pants."
I'm kind of bummed, but there is later.
By the time I get pants on, everyone else is awake, the dog is barking at the back door and Gigi is calling to see where I am.
Nope, no more time for that. Right now there is no later.
"Why didn't you wake us up?"
"Because school is delayed, see Jax is still here."
"Are you going to leave us with Daddy again?"
"No, it is my day off. I will be here until the bus comes to take you away."
"Daddy makes us stand inside until the bus comes."
"OK, let's start to get ready."
As we go through the morning routine, hubby moans that we are too loud and to knock it off. The first thought that runs through my mind is, "OK man child. No one forced you to stay up until 3 am playing video games." But I kind of did in a way by not volunteering to take a Gigi shift. So I say nothing.
We go out to the bus at 9:30 and argue over why it is not OK to kick the pavement, and I finally end the argument with I'm not buying anyone new shoes until spring statement. CFD shakes his head, but his judgment means nothing to me; I have, afterall, seen him at his parenting finest. By now Gig is in tears because he doesn't want to leave me, Obie is mad because someone kicked snow onto his backpack, and Bean is just mortified to be around her younger brothers. Thank goodness I can see the bus coming. I push all 3 on the bus, wave and sign like a crazy woman secretly praying my fingers don't flop off from frostbite, blow the final kisses as the bus pulls off, and haul to the front door.
I come in after being outside at the bus stop for all of 7 minutes. The dog looks up like it has been several hours. His tail starts wagging, and when he jumps up to race over, he reveals the heap if chewed up Beachbody DVDs that he has chewed upon while I was gone for 7 minutes.
Now I know my dog is intelligent, but I know he does not have esp. The look of anger that washed over my face must have said it all because all 110 pounds of my 7 month old puppy got really low to the ground and became glued to the walks as he slinked out of the room to the back door. I closed my eyes, I counted to 10, I reflected that I probably should not have left them on the TV stand, and then I said "7 minutes."
I cleaned up the mess and then sat down at the computer to cycle through my power hour with Beachbody. I'm really hoping to get everything up and running this morning by way of my sites and challenge group announcements before my order was ready for pick up at the store.
The rest of the day went by super fast. I spent some time with the hubs, showed up for a postponed field trip, got a few things set up in my room, picked up the kids from the bus, learned I thoroughly embarrassed Jax with what will be from henceforth called The Incident, and packed my food for my day 1 tomorrow.
The homework was finished with little argument or food spillage before the night attendant arrived. She thankfully took Gigi for a walk so I could spend time with the other 3. We played around for a bit before we laid down some chores before he came back.
It was a fairly peaceful evening filled with some YouTube and Disney infinity while I got to contact and network for BB and set up an outing with friends (hopefully).
I'm really hoping the rest of my evening will go just as smoothly so I can get in my workout and check in with my challenge group. Maybe if I'm really lucky Gigi will stay asleep until his dad gets home later tonight, but I am aware that probably will not become a reality. He is super fixated on sound tonight and has said 20 1 for the past 30 minutes. So I am banking on the fact he will be up again before 11.
***update***
I did get to push play, and it kicked my but. Now I am laying on the couch with my Gigi trying to get some sleep!
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