So, if you have been checking in over the weekend you would have seen my post about how incredibly stressed out I am and on the verge of going insane. What happens when I get to this point is that I effectively shut down. Everything in my brain stops and I literally can do nothing. Except read like a mad woman and cuddly with my stud.
Can we talk about my week? Because once again, although I live by my calendar I usually forget to consult with it before I'm all, "Yeah! I can do that/be there, no problem!". Then I get home and am like, ohmyfuckinggodI'manidiot.
Monday: today I worked 9-3 and it was fine. But I barely got there on time because I had to follow the slowest fucking asshole in a huge truck raping the median while on his cell.
Tuesday: I work 9-2 but I have just enough time to get some paperwork done before Olivia has her dance class and then I have to come home to work on PTO stuff.
Wednesday: I work 8-4. I also have a PTO meeting that night of which I feel really unprepared for but more on that in a bit. Oh, and I have to send Matt with the kids to the Girl Scout sign up because it's at the same time as PTO and I haven't managed time travel yet so let's hope he doesn't sign me up for anything.
Thursday: I work 9-2. I also have a meeting at Barnes and Noble after work for a book fair, and I also have zumba. More on what zumba from last week was like.
Friday: This is the day I wait for ALL WEEK. It's because I have a solid three hours with no kids and I can get a ton done. What I get done in those three hours is more than most people get done in the entire week and that is not a joke. It's amazing. And I think it scares Matt.
But yes- Zumba. I'm going and I love it. Last week though we ended up doing about 150 squats over the hour and holy mother lambwhores- I was in pain on Friday. And Saturday. And a little on Sunday. My ass and thighs are so out of shape it's embarrassing. The fact they move on their own is bad enough but that was bad. So I'm going again this week and I will conquer those squats. More likely, I'll just be really sore and regret sitting on the floor on Friday.