Well... the end of the weekend. I have been balls to the wall busy again and I'm trying so hard to keep everything afloat. I know I haven't been to yall's blogs much (um, my reader has now hit the 1700+ mark... *gulp*) but know that I'm reading as much as I can and I'm trying to leave you comments that make sense every chance I get.
What's new? Well I have had a migraine since Thursday and today was the first day I felt kind of normal. Olivia went to the Me & My Guy Dance with Matt on Friday (that will be it's own post), Matt braved a birthday party by himself (I have a post about parties coming), and today? Well today I got four days worth of work crammed into one. Like a god damn boss, that's what.
At Olivia's school the PTO is having this milk cap, box top, soup label collection contest as a fundraiser right now. It is really easy for the parents and teachers, but I'm realizing it's kind of a nightmare? Let me just say right now I feel really bad for the box top coordinator because she has her job cut out for her. Today I counted the collections out of eight classrooms (there are 20 total, but not every teacher has turned stuff in yet... but it'll be done weekly now) and I counted at least 2,000 milk caps, box tops, and soup labels. My eyeballs feel numb and my legs hurt. And then I started organizing the Girl Scout cookie orders.
*Side note: If you want to order Girl Scout cookies, let me know! Email me at: sarastrand9438(at)hotmail(dot)com! I am willing to ship orders anywhere for a $3 extra charge.*
Also on my mind is knowing that we should be getting carpet soon. They are supposedly calling us sometime this week or early next week to schedule an installation date. In order to do the installation, Matt is going to have to move all of the furniture from our bedroom and living room into the kitchen and dining room. Also? He has to rip out the carpet from the living room and stairs. I so don't want to be here because I'm afraid it'll be gross. In my head I'm wondering how I'm going to make breakfast for the kids if our kitchen and dining room are going to be full of crap from other rooms. I might have to be that shitty mom that makes the kids eat like a box of granola bars in the front porch? I don't know.
What I do know is that this week? Oh this week my ass is getting back ON the exercise routine. An unfortunate incident of jumping jacks with the kids turned into a horrifying realization that my thighs and ass are jiggly again. And not just the regular jiggle, but the jiggle that kind of hurts? Yeah. We're there. The fuckmill is getting cleaned off tonight. So I can start tomorrow. Obviously.