It's been busy, busy, busy around here lately... and I'm starting to feel like that I don't have a single solitary minute to myself anymore.
Mainly... I guess that's because I don't.
Fancy me figuring that out, eh?
I've just spent the last week and a half up to my eyeballs in kids - including two 5 1/2 month old babies at the same time - as well as the pre-schoolers... and I'm one worn-out old woman.
With the emphasis on worn out.
Okay... well old too.
Oh hell... go ahead and emphasise them both.
What do I care?
I don't have the energy to argue with you anyway.
The kids have really kept me hoppin'... and then to top it off, so far this week I've had 2 after-hours classes to attend, in the last 4 days.
One on Autism (no offence to the gals who planned this course, but I knew more than the facilitator did, so it was rather boring)... and then another one on Programming and Planning.
That one was pretty interesting, but embarrassingly, it seems that I was more fascinated in looking at the inside of my eyelids... and I missed a lot.
Thankfully... I didn't snore.
At least that I know of.
I figure the pitying looks I got as we were filing out, had more to do with the wafting odor of baby sick... than my snoring during class.
But I could be wrong there.
Tonight's excuse for draggin me kicking and screaming from the house, is a 3+ hour class on Aspergers... (I'm also taking 2 non-daycare friends with me, so they can prod me if I snore) and I've got my fingers crossed that the facilitators at least make it interesting.
Oh ... and that they at least serve some kind of nibbles.
Preferably with cocktails...
But I'm probably dreamin' there.
Food, and kicking your shoes off for an hour or two is important as hell, when you've worked from 12 to 24 hours straight for the 11th day in a row... and then have to dash out the door with baby spit-up on your shirt and something that smells vaguely and disgustingly like baby poop on the left leg of your pants... simply because you don't have time to change.
Or even eat dinner.
Which sadly follows not really having eaten breakfast or lunch either.
Because there aren't enough hours in the day.
Although I have discovered that my cat Willow will eat my uneaten, soggy Shredded Wheat if given half the chance.
And do you have any idea what soggy Shredded Wheat does to a cat's intestinal system?
It's not pleasant... that's all I'm saying.
But it sure is loud.
But now, without further ado... On to the good news!
The good news is that this is MY FRIDAY, BABY!
And " My Friday" means that I have the next 3 lovely, lovely days off!
And what do I have planned?
Absolutely nuthin' at all... other than catching up on blogs!