Yesterday was LONG and I didn’t accomplish the ONE thing I wanted to… working out. I woke up early because I had to give the boys a bath (Pops watched them the night before so I could have a girls night and neglected to give them one). I got my lunch packed, the men ready, and was out the door early, in time for some Starbuck’s even… or so I thought. I try to leave my street and there are cars backed up everywhere. wtf? so I figure it is a wreck and turn around to take my shortcut. Nope, blocked that way, too. Now I’m worried… this must be a BAD wreck! So, I try one more way and manage to get the boys to school on time. Then comes the fun part… trying to leave for work. Yeah, it literally took me over half an hour to get from the boys school to where I would turn to go home. 7/10ths of a mile. Apparently the exchange by my house got robbed. Again. Who does that on base?! My daycare lady was like “I thought I was so much safer here!” Yeah, you are only as strong as your weakest link. My ghetto ass neighbors go to the bar all the time and pick up scandalous people. They even let them stay with them for a few days at a time. I’m sure they aren’t the only ones. I was trying to find something about it online, and everyone’s comments made me so MAD! I get that you are against the war, but really, what does my husband, or any other Marine for that matter, have to do with that? What control does he have over politics. NONE. Okay, done with that.

So, I get to work, late, and it is the first day of the audit, which is a big deal. I am their contact person which isn’t so great seeing as how I have limited knowledge of just about everything, so my boss is helping and he is stressed to the max. Needless to say work was LONG. I did manage to eat part of my lunch and a snack, so that was good. After work I had to haul butt to get the boys on time and then drive half an hour to the music store to get a cello. Yes, a cello. My son wants to play. I myself don’t get Band… I was a choir person, and that is much cheaper! ha. We get said cello and haul booty back to the house to change for soccer. The hubby, who left a little after 4am, was still not home and it was past 5. I was HOPING he would be so I could leave the cranky sleep deprived little one with him. Alas, I had to take the poop with me, which made for a miserable soccer experience. And I forgot water. Poor kids. Apparently I will not be winning mother of the year anytime soon.

I finally get home just before 7, make sandwiches, cut up some strawberries and feed the family. Hubby had to be up again before 4 so he was going to bed with the boys. I wanted to get on the treadmill, so so so bad, but it just didn’t happen. I was exhausted and I hadn’t talked to my husband all day. Yeah, so that was yesterday. Good news is I ate well :)

This morning, the hubbs is clunking around and of course it wakes me up. I finally say screw it and get up (about 4:30) and he left the door unlocked! Hello- there was just an armed robbery 2 blocks away! So I go check all the doors to be sure they are locked. My back patio is not only unlocked… it is OPEN! So now I am sitting here too creeped out to get on the treadmill, as I think that every noise is an indication something bad is gonna happen. Yes, I will fess up… I am a complete WUSS! That’s why I married a hero :)

Hope you chickies are having a better time than me!!!