That should not be a statement one makes regularly. Friday started with up early, work, home, change, workout with the trainer, argued with husband over said trainer, worked with the Ladies Group, and guys group, got everything labeled, stamped and ready.
Darling Shelby had me up at 6:15 Saturday morning, I told her to go back to sleep - then she had me up at 6:40. Second wake up call you generally don't ignore. I didn't.
So we're up, she's out, in, fed, pilled and tended, I crawl back into bed.. and read - but only after I load up the dishwasher and get it started, and wash was doesn't go or fit in there... yeah I know.
Then up, dressed, breakfast, and race out the door to yoga class - 8:30 AM yoga class. Lots of balancing - apparently I'm off center. yuck, yuck yuck...
So, class done, now off to get gas, post office, bank for beach weekend, then grocery store, stuff for Bubba, and goodies for me and the girls.
Then home, cleaned up the bedroom, cleaned up the dining room table, gathered up the laundry, put clothes away, packed my bag for the beach, did laundry, paid bills and got things ready for Bubba to survive four days without someone to deal with life's little details. Like food, clothing and dishes.
And! And! I got a job application finished for another position. Thus far we haven't been overly successfully with that endeavor... but we're still trying. I have a job.
And now -- we get to enjoy the fruits of our labor.
We're watching movies and soon we'll do dinner... then, then, 8:30 tomorrow a meeting with the man who is going to re-do my bathrooms, yoga class then load up and head to the BEACH!
You'll hear from me when I get home.
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