The end is the beginning is the end is the middle?

I use to lay awake at night pondering many things.   Some quite important to my daily living needs and the needs of my children and others (most of them) simple little day dreams and wishes.   Now that I am waking up before the rooster crows to get in a half ass work out i am exhausted by the time my head hits my pillow and i actually fall asleep.  As you can see below my daily routine leaves very little room for my compulsive worrying and imaginative wishing

5:25-5:40 attempt to wake up.  Having alarm set to go off every 5 minutes really helps this out.

5:45 after sluggishly dressing myself in something that doesn’t stink its time to work out.  First i must make sure i have a huge glass of water and either a) the remote to the tv if i am watching the news or b) the headphones to the portable dvd player if I am catching up on my Heroes via Netflix (i love you).  Hop on elliptical.

5:45-6:15-6:20 sweat ass on elliptical (if i am watching Heroes it goes for 35 minutes…otherwise 30 minutes of the news and its all repetative).

6:25 proceed to strength and toning training—-ugh and owe.

6:35 make toast and shove down throat with out tasting along with small glass of milk.  I wake amaya at this point every other day for a shower….and somehow i am in and out of the shower before she is???

6:40 wake children (1st attempt) and lay out clothes for the day (and yes i realize it would be easier if i would just lay them out the night before..but then where is the fun & drama in that?)  Hop in shower

6:48 exit shower and attempt to wake children for 2nd time or remind them to get dressed & make beds for second time. 

6:50 get dressed, brush teeth, fry hair (i use a wet to dry straightener … definately a time saver in the mornings!) and make up.

7:05 triple check to make sure all clothes i laid out are on and on properly (amaya always forgets her socks and something always goes on backwards with tyson)

7:07…get snacks for children, put Tysons into zip lock bag so he can easily open at school.

7:10 run back to bathroom cuz yes…i forgot the deoderant and meds…graw.

7:11 run back to kitchen and throw fixings for the other half of my breakfast, my lunch and a snack into a plastic bag.

7:13 possibly remind children for 10th time to put shoes on …and quite possibly remind Amaya of her socks again and remind her that she didn’t brush her hair.

7:15 hopefully fleeing out the door

7:30-7:35 arrive at daycare and attempt to drop them off w/o being held to a 15 minute conversation.  Leave to work

7:45-7:50 arrive at work

work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work

5:00 (hopefully on the nose) leave work and drive to daycare

5:15 arrive at daycare with hopes that i am not hearing A) Tyson was crabby B) Tyson had an accident C)Amaya is upset about something.  This can sometimes lead to a 15 minute hold up …ugh

—-tuesdays i fortunately have the pleasure of going where ever i want after work as the ex husband picks the children up from daycare…i generally use this time grocery shopping or doing some sort of errands that can still be accomplished in the evening hour.

—–Soon on wedensdays I will just be picking up Tyson at daycare only to race over to SACS (Shak0pee Area Catholic Schools) to pick up amaya from her religion class.

—–Most Thursdays its just Tyson and I until @ 630 as Amaya has piano…I have made a consistent request that this day be changed to Friday or Saturday when she is with her family.

—-Fridays (unless there has been a swap) i go home!!!!

back to reality

5:40-5:55 (depending on when daycare lets me out the door) arrive at home and watch kids kick off shoes and dump backpacks where ever…remind them to put backpacks on table and shoes by door…the evil things i request of them.

5:55-6:00 start dinner…pray that i have all ingredients and that they will eat it….definately being a picky eater as a child has come to bite me in the ass!

6:25-6:30 dinner is just about done and my 3rd request as master slave driver is that the children set the table.

6:30ish….eat NO TV …this is the #1 rule and they know it!  We have conversation and for the most part it takes my son less than a decade to finish a meal!

so from here until 8-8:30 depending on how long it takes us to hang out, do homework, have a snack, read our “15 for fun” and just get ready for bed.

8:30—joy time to clean…most of the time its not that bad.  I will make my lunch for the next day, do a little laundry (if its sunday/monday) empty and refill dishwasher…nothing too bad really.  the rest of the cleaning is saved for the weekend!

9ish…finally drop on the couch and hopefully crack open a beer or pour a glass of wine.  I have very few shows that I watch and seeing that most of them are on when my children have control of all technology I will DVR them (thank god for that) and watch at this time with the hopes that i wont fall asleep.  The only exception is Football…sorry kiddos but mom has her limits.

Fortunately …when football is playing its the perfect setting for backround noise and i can WOOHOO go on the computer! (Hence the long blog tonight)

and about this time (10:03) is when i start to realize that bed sounds awesome…maybe not sleep just yet but bed  awaeaeweqeaew (insert drooling noise that Homer Simpson makes).  So with that said i will sneek to my bed (but not before folding laundry and swaping loads) and start this lovely routine that leaves me thoughtless, worriness less (?) and wishless…someone dream a little dream for me please?  Oh well…at least this will guarantee my plan of being single for a long time….but I want to go to school this winter and am wondering the when and how???

uffdah!