Oh What a Monday!

The morning started out good, I thought.  My alarm went off, I hit the snooze button a couple of times as usual, then I got up and hit the shower.  After my shower I continued my morning routine of standing in the foyer screaming at the top of my lungs for Addison to wake up.  That's when Mitchell spoke up and asked why I was up and getting Addison up so early.  Huh?  I double checked the time ... it was 6:30am not 7:30am as I thought it was.  My bedside clock was off by an hour.  Oops.  So then I yelled up again that Addison could go back to sleep.  I tried to doze back off but my mind was awake and the thoughts started flooding.

Got up for the second time at 7:15am to start the day yet again.  Teeth, make-up and hair completed ... on to the closet I went.  Ick.  I have nothing decent to wear ... that I can (1) fit into and (2) wear with the stupid giant black boot.  I settle on a pair of black stretchy crop pants and a gray tank top (because I seem to be breaking out in random acts of sweatiness), sexy huh?  Of course I have to wear my jean jacket over the tank top to try and conceal some of 'this."  Wow, I really feel dressed for success.

Thanks to FlyLady, I do manage to make the bed, empty the dishwasher and fill it with the second load of dishes from our Easter feast.  8am rolls around and off we go.  I'm almost out of our neighborhood when I realize that I have left my surgery paperwork at the house which I needed today.  Dropped Addison off at school.  Circled back to the house, picked up the papers and headed to LakeSide for a meeting.

By this time I am feeling a need for my Venti Skinny Dark Cherry Latte, extra hot from Starbucks.  Ran in, got the drink, chatted with the Starbuck crew.  Back out to my car.  The sleeve of my jacket catches on the cup and it spills on my jacket and in my new car (the first spill - crap).  I wipe down what I can with tissues.  Go back into Starbucks for wet and dry paper towels to clean off my seat.  With that done, off to my meeting.

During the meeting I was so hot, but of course couldn't take off my jacket because I was wearing a tank top.  Such an evil circle!  Finished that meeting, got my diet coke chaser and then off to the next one.  Spent a good bit of time at LakeSide preparing for the Giada event.  Had to run home, again, and back to LakeSide.  Finally, I head into the office.  I go non-stop the entire time in the office.  Back to LakeSide to drop off some posters.  If you are counting, yes, that's my 3rd trip to LakeSide for the day.  Then off to get Addison from school.

Pick up Addison, off to Home Depot where I purchased a basket full of construction cones for the event.  Load them in the back.  Off to Costco.  Pick up office treats and snacks plus stuff for the house.  Load that into the car.  Addison reminds me that I promised to take her shopping for new jeans.  Of course I did.  So off we go to do that. 

While we (Addison) is shopping for jeans I'm looking around the store and noticing how everyone is thinner than me.  Ever had this moment?  It is SO NOT fun.  It sucks.  All of these girls and women were tiny.  I don't understand.  I could not eat for 6 months and not get down to their size.  How does it happen?  I am so tempted just to go up to them and ask if they actually intake food.  Bought the jeans and limped out of the store, feeling even less sexy than earlier today.  Seriously contemplated going and gettting a pizza to take home, but reminded myself of the tank top issue, the scrawny girls, the inability to wear the clothes hanging in my closet, so I was able to talk myself down from that disaster.

We finally make it home around 6:30pm, unload the car, make dinner and finally get to sit down.  Whew.  Relaxation time.  Then Gracie vomits on the couch blanket, so up to do a load of laundry.  Is the day over yet?

My Day

Thanks to a FB friend, I heard about FLYLADY.  I went through her site this past weekend and signed up for the daily emails.  I was all excited to get on task again.  So, when I went to bed, I reset my alarm for 6:45am (15 minutes early) so that I could empty the dish washer and shine my sink, possibly throw a load of laundry in.  Well, my morning didn't quite work out as planned.  Yes, my alarm went off at 6:45am and I started hitting the snooze button.  I finally got out of bed at 7:12am (12 minutes late).  In a slight blur, I do get myself ready, make Addison's lunch and make it into the car by 8am. 

I was dreading going into work.  My stomach was in knots all the way in.  I got into the office and had a really crappy morning.  A little after lunch, off I go to one of my properties for tenant visits.  I visit practically every tenant and met with two vendors.  Off I go back home, change pants and shoes and head to my orthopedic appt.

I swear the PA thought I was faking the ankle pain!  Yes, I love wearing the big giant ugly boot, please, please, never take it away.  He then called in the actual doctor.  He checked out the ankle again and took another look at my MRI.  He again stated that the "MRI PPL" read my MRI incorrectly.  ((I wonder, do I have to pay for the MRI if it was read incorrectly?  I may have to check on that, I'll put it on the "list."))  That there are several tears, yadda yadda yadda.  So, surgery it is!  Currently scheduled for April 9th since I couldn't do it this week - client coming in on Wednesday, Easter this weekend and I couldn't do it the first part of next week as we have our Giada day planned at LakeSide.  Fun fun!!!

On the way out to the check-out desk I noticed that I had a hole in the side of my shirt.  Great.  I had been in the office, visiting tenants, meeting with vendors and at the doctor's office ... while all along I had a ripped shirt.  Lovely.  So now I look like a homeless Herman Munster.

Picked up Addison, who had just fell at the rec and hurt her ankle.  What is it with ankles lately?  We just took a quick trip over to Little Ceaser's to pick up a nice healthy dinner.  Got home and settled in to eat ... the crazy bread was stale and the "hot and ready" pizza was kinda cold.  :(

Then at 5 I hit the taxes, again.  By 10pm I was done (well, done enough to get our estimate calculated and our extenion filed).  Whew!  That is a relief, for now.  Hopefully I can get the final tweaking done before the drop dead date in October.

So, the plan for tomorrow:  up at 6:45am to start the FLYLADY plan.  Fingers crossed.

To the Point of Distraction

Well here I sit / lay (I need a term for this position) in my bed.  Yes, I am aware that it is 4:30pm.  I came into the bedroom about 2 or 2 1/2 hours ago with laptop and pile of tax stuff in hand.  All ready to spread out the papers all over the bed and start my spreadsheets.  I chose the bed because it helps to have "the stupid ankle" stretched out. 

Since I have been in the bedroom I have watched 1 1/2 episodes of "I Shouldn't Be Alive" (I'm completely addicted to that show and truly believe that now I could survive being lost in the Amazon Forest; the freezing wilderness or attacks by wild animals) and am now on my second episode of Kirstie Alley's Big Life.  Why?  I have no idea - it's on, so I'm watching.  It's like watching a train wreck - I just can't stop.  Plus, maybe I relate to her now?  ICK, that is a scary thought.  She just weighed in at 230, at least I can't relate that much!  Plus I have been playing on Facebook and Farmville all the while.  Shocking huh?

I seem to be distracted continuously these days.  I can't focus on anything that I need to do, so I end up not doing anything, and then of course, I'm further behind.  It's an EVIL EVIL cycle!  Humm, is that ADD?  Could I possibly get a script for Ritalin?  Doesn't that help people lose weight too?  It might be a double bonus!  Things to ponder this week.