Come. On. Already.

Just having one of those days where I want to put myself in a box addressed to Timbuktu and get dropped off at the post office.

Lots of worrying about finding childcare and then boom clients are either cancelling or no showing back to back. Why childcare? Well let's see...we had Xavier registered for 5 days and it looks like he wasn't placed in the right class. The 5 day class? FULL. Yeah. So it's back to running around looking for a sitter and not being able to have SHIT for time for myself.

Here's a rundown of my day:

Wake @ 6. Get Xan ready for school, lay out clothes for Xavier, make myself b'fast and meal 2. (Why not do it the night before? Oh because I'm freaking TIRED from working until 8pm-after a 5AM wake up call that same day for work. Not to mention the bullshit trashed house I came home to that night and cleaned up.)

7:15, go to work. Sit in traffic. 3.3 miles takes 25 minutes. Nice. I knit.

Late for client. start @ 7:45.

8:10...What's that noise? EMERGENCY SIRENS. A freaking TORNADO WARNING.

8:15. 9:30 client cancels due to weather. Turkey.(hooray I'll lift then!)

8:45 finish with client. I want to do some weights before next client, but 8:15 client wants me to help her try on tennis clothes.

9:05 client shows.

9:30 Other 9 o'clock client comes late. No workout for me

10:15 My 10 shows up. The other 10 is nowhere. No call. I worry.

10:35 I call. "I forgot" dang.

10:40 I do 20 minutes of cardio.

11 Stop at bank, cash check.

11:20 pick up boy from sitter 5 minutes late. Fork over the cash.

11:30 go to Target to buy oldest a new shirt for picture day. (Hit the clearance jackpot too!)

12:45 Make it back home. Tree limb from our tree in our yard and blocking the road. Garage is partially flooded. Xavier jumps into the water, splashing me, my shoes and himself.

1. Make lunch, clean house, take out trash, etc. (apparently my husband thinks he's married a mail order bride that cleans house, takes care of kids, cooks AND works my hours.

2 sit with the intentions of a nap but I am instead throttled by youngest who has NO interest in teletubbies.

2:30 fight with youngest to get dressed and shoes on to meet Xan off the bus.

2:50 fight with oldest about his behavior in school

3-3:45 fight with oldest over homework- I have a shitfit over him "losing" his extra school supplies.

4 empty dishwasher, do more laundry, prepare dinner.

4:30 sit on my butt and read celebrity crap on the Internet while dinner cooks.

I have to work at 5:15-7:15. Then I get to come home and probably do more dishes and fold all the wash I did.

Yeah, so I have no time to exercise myself. Which is not a good for a personal trainer. Like a dairy farmer with lactose intolerance.

I swear to God, he better have flowers this week.