I am really starting to dread Mondays & that is odd for me. I normally look at each day as a gift & I truly don't mind the start of the work week. But I am at the end of my rope here.
Last week we had the scare with Ducky. Now this week, I didn't wake up until 625. Some say what's the matter with that, if it was just me, not a darn thing! However as it is, I have to get myself ready (which includes a shower, I CAN NOT not shower in the AM) along with the girls. Ok, still not a huge deal you think. Let me add this into the equation, I need to walk out the door by 700. So let's break it down: 3 girls + 35 minutes = a little hairy, BUT absolutley doable!
I won't bore you with the break down, but I did it & I even received a compliment from an outside contractor that I looked pretty darn good today.
If something like this happens next Monday, I am quitting Monday's all together!