Have I ever mentioned that Mondays are hard days for me?
Because they are.
I work until midnight (or later) on Thursdays, Fridays, and Sundays. Once Monday rolls around, it's REALLY hard to get out of bed.
This past weekend, Mr. Rose was out of town. He left Thursday and came home Sunday. He's my partner in crime, people. I can manage this place from dawn til dusk, but I **NEED** him to come home at the end of the day to make everything right. The girls start asking for him...ummmm...as soon as they wake up. Poor Sugar had a HORRIBLE time missing her daddy this past weekend....which meant I had a HORRIBLE time dealing with her emotions. The other two had some random meltdowns, but nothing a good cuddle on the couch couldn't fix. Oh, and the dog. Yes. The dog. There's nothing quite like 3 wailing daughters, 1 bored dog, and a tired mom after a weekend roller coaster sugar ride. It's quite a mix.
So ANYway, as I was saying....I hate Mondays.
I was dreading TODAY in particular, knowing that I would be extra tired when it was time to get up for school. But I had a plan. I've been going to the gym EVERY day since school started. Making this time for myself has become something I need day in and day out. After a workout, I find that I feel so much better about the day ahead.
I knew if I could just get us out of the house, I could make it to the gym.
Except we woke up 30 minutes late.
Then we weren't moving in the same direction.
Rush. Rush. RUSH!!!!
I finally conceded and drove 1 fully dressed child and 2 partially clad kids through the drop off line. I figured we could get home and get right back into the van as soon as they finished donning something...ANYTHING.
And then I remembered that Sugar's pump woke me up around 2 AM to let me know that the insulin was getting low.
Great. She'd never make it to the end of the day.
Which meant I wasn't going to make it to the gym.
And she needed her lunch packed.
With a quick attitude adjustment, I decided we could head to the park on the corner and I'd walk the dog around the track instead.
Weigh, measure, write lunch note, into the van, off to school, fill pump, kiss good-bye....to the park.
"MOM!!!! I HAVE TO GO POTTY!!!!!"
(I was aiming for 6 laps. I have no idea how far that is, btw.)
I just felt like my day was derailed from the get go.
But I'm back on track now :)
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