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Not enough hours
Mar. 31st, 2005 09:24 pmI simply just do not have enough hours in the day anymore. Ugh. How did that happen?
I get out of bed at 7:55am, shower, dress, pack my gym bag, pack my lunch bag, eat breakfast (which usually involves guzzling some soy milk or something), and run out the door. I get to work between 8:30 and 8:45 most mornings. (Thursdays are an exception where I get up at 7 and have supervision at 8.) I work until anywhere between 5:00 and 6:30. I drive to the gym. I work out for about an hour, hour and a half. I get home. I change clothes. I eat dinner. By the time all of this is done, it's anywhere from 7:30 to 9:00 at night. I go to bed between 11 and 12. Guh. There's no wonder why my e-mails pile up and I feel so harried.
Today was a day from hell, complete with a kid in my playgroup taking a serious header down a couple of steps on the playground and getting a bloody lip and finding myself crossing the line and actively disciplining a kid during a home visit (when his mother was capable of doing so), as well as letting a mom watch television in another room while I worked with a kid (which is a serious no-no in my book). It was just a crapola day and I can only hope tomorrow will be better. It /has/ to be better, I am promising myself I will leave the office by 2:00 (which really means 2:30). And then I get to meet the Maxwell Gang for Duran Duran night!
I am just so frickin /wiped/. I'm glad I'm able to stick with the gym thing and be consistent with it, but it is really such a HUGE timesuck. I'm feeling stronger and happier with myself (which is good), but also feeling more scattered and bonkers.
Eh. I'm also wearing a /headband/ right now, for crying out loud, which means that
Seany is right - it's only a matter of time before I put on a damned dress. Which reminds me...
[Poll #465785]
I get out of bed at 7:55am, shower, dress, pack my gym bag, pack my lunch bag, eat breakfast (which usually involves guzzling some soy milk or something), and run out the door. I get to work between 8:30 and 8:45 most mornings. (Thursdays are an exception where I get up at 7 and have supervision at 8.) I work until anywhere between 5:00 and 6:30. I drive to the gym. I work out for about an hour, hour and a half. I get home. I change clothes. I eat dinner. By the time all of this is done, it's anywhere from 7:30 to 9:00 at night. I go to bed between 11 and 12. Guh. There's no wonder why my e-mails pile up and I feel so harried.
Today was a day from hell, complete with a kid in my playgroup taking a serious header down a couple of steps on the playground and getting a bloody lip and finding myself crossing the line and actively disciplining a kid during a home visit (when his mother was capable of doing so), as well as letting a mom watch television in another room while I worked with a kid (which is a serious no-no in my book). It was just a crapola day and I can only hope tomorrow will be better. It /has/ to be better, I am promising myself I will leave the office by 2:00 (which really means 2:30). And then I get to meet the Maxwell Gang for Duran Duran night!
I am just so frickin /wiped/. I'm glad I'm able to stick with the gym thing and be consistent with it, but it is really such a HUGE timesuck. I'm feeling stronger and happier with myself (which is good), but also feeling more scattered and bonkers.
Eh. I'm also wearing a /headband/ right now, for crying out loud, which means that
Seany is right - it's only a matter of time before I put on a damned dress. Which reminds me...[Poll #465785]
