Monday, September 10, 2012
Fitness is now 5K/Day.
Calorie intake is higher to accommodate, BUT, but, but, but....I am not staying within my magic portions.
I used to ignore the nutrition value and stay within perfectly, now, I care about nutrition and I'm not able to throw in my sugar without guilt.
My days are so busy.
6:30 up and at 'em. Well get up, karate chop the d@mn alarm clock...steal 15 more minutes and then
7:00 sulk off to the bathroom to simultaneously get my Diva on...share the bathroom with the teen girl, tackle the kindergarteners renegade ponytails, and threaten the lives of my two youngest sons; reminding them that it is indeed illegal to go nekked to school.
7:30 make lunch and that damn coffee that for some stupid reason (exhaustion) didn't get set to timer and never percolated. Tackle the youngest son into clothes...I am not above sitting on him. Make everybody have breakfast.
7:45 turn off all electronics that the disobedient children snuck on and distracted themselves with and again encourage breakfast.
8:00 Bible story and prayer (God Lord, their teachers NEED it to handle them!)
8:30 Tackle the youngest son and put socks on him. Tackle the kindergartener and threaten her life if she decides to use washable marker as makeup EVER AGAIN.
chuck all kids under my armpits and run to the van. Ignore protests for oxygen. It's all a ploy...I saw them this summer holding their breath in competition for hours on end.
8:45 try to be cool when I get swarmed by my kids and their friends and mistaken for a teacher, then, dodge darts when I inform them I am not. People hate feeling fooled.
9:00 home...I deserve a HEro Freaking Biscuit for not killing anyone. Avoid hero biscuit by walking far far away from the house. Today I did a highway walk in the sunshine with the cool fall breeze dancing with me. Gloriousness divine.
10ish, I'm home. My hubby is alive! Hugs, snuggles and get the man coffee. Making a second pot in the process and snagging some yogurt for my own breakfast.
10:30 laundry and playing MOnday NIght Combat on the XBOX 360 with my man. We kick @$$.
11:30 I'm starved. I serve us up some pb&j on toast.
12:00-2:30 The D@MN laundry. Why can't we be nekked?! My son is a genius.
Spark break of pathetic moments and quickie vlog.
2:50 Bike to school
3:05 arrive on time (sans kids has advantages)
3:40 home with kids after piggy-backing my youngest son, loaning my pink ipod to my middle son so he can everyday be "Shufflin'" and listening to the incessant flow of verbal diarrhea from the kindergartener.
Time to go through agendas and drill kids on their homework and fill out a ridiculous amount of permission slips. I think I just signed a kidney away. The devil is in the fine print.
4:30 salad and pork for supper. It was left over night and the kiddies had burgers with their salad.
5:00 printing off title pages for #3 child. WOW, he is so unorganized. Reminds me of someone...
6:00 on...checking facebook, emptying out a 20litre bag of milk into the tub that went bad...more laundry...spark and something else....looking for the stupid eyeglass forms that I lost. They're still lost. I hate paperwork. It's so stupid.
6:30. I quit. I'm tired All I want is sugar and a hot bath and, and, my man home to cuddle with.
6:55 I'm late for getting the kiddies into their baths and I'm supposed to do 20 minutes of reading with 3 more kids.