Really?

Today is one of those days where I feel the need to ask "Really?"

The first way of clients are awesome this morning. Actually, Friday is my favorite day because I have my favorite people.

One of the ladies who drops in more than comes weekly as the others do is in a mooooood. She's belittling everyone, only stopping when her friends rush to stroke her ego.

I don't have time for that shit, so I make her do travel squats and lunges in the sun in front of a bunch of horny guys painting the building up a handicap ramp. Booyah. I've learned that sometimes it's better not to argue, sympathize or try and pull somebody out of a mood. Most times it's better to beat their ass so they can't complain. Oh they turn on you all right and direct their anger at you for "being so mean to me and making me do all those lunges" but hey- they're sore and get results. Amen.

I agree to watch a neighbor's child, who has a history of being a stinker, after school. For about one hour. No problem! One hour is no big whoop.
So I text her at 3:30, he's been here for 45 minutes. She never checked in to see how his day was (he gets in trouble on the bus often) or if he was behaving, or if he made it home from school. I don't know why, but that bugs me.
"I'm going to get my Mom something to eat, and then I'll be right there"
Her Mom's house is about 1 hour away because of traffic.
Me "Yeah, I told you it would be longer than an hour"
5:15. Her "hey, I'm about to leave."
Me"You said one hour, and it's way past that." I'm really annoyed.
6:30. No text, no update no sorry no nothing.
I text her "Are you close? We're going on 4 hours of him being here"
At this point the boys are about to scratch each others' eyes out.
She calls "I'm about 30 minutes away. I'm sorry...traffic...blah blah either me or my husband will get him"
Me "Well either one. It's 4 hours, alot longer than I had planned and longer than you said it would be. I have stuff to do"
I left and ran to the store. My other neighbor and her children came over after school. So I had 6 kids, from ages 16mo-9 years old at my house for 1.5 hours, eating my food, trashing my yard and driving me nuts.

About 30 minutes ago, after drinking a beer, my husband decides it's a great idea to cut down a pine tree with a chainsaw. 8 PM here. My shoeless 3 year old is happier than a clam cheering for his Daddy chopping up the tree.

I'm whooped. I feel like I did what most do in a week in one day. Ran sprints this morning in camp, trained 7 clients in 3 hours, ran errands, cleaned the house, entertained 6 kids and one adult, started my first crocheted thread filet doiley thingy, ran to the store, and now I'm listening to a chainsaw.

And the full moon isn't until Sunday!