Monday, Monday....

After very little sleep, a visit from A. at 4 am wherein she informed me she couldn't sleep (she WAKES ME to tell me this), and a severly coughing daughter, I dragged myself into work. Work has been rough lately - I am working on an annual seminar to be presented in mid-March for about 800 people....the speaker I have lined up is questionable, to say the least. The bar has been set so high for this seminar, and to think our reputation could be scarred by one bad speaker upsets me. But I not only dealing with the stressors of the seminar. With an upcoming Inspection in August, I am trying to get things in order for it. Throw in moving to a new office, and that is more stress than I want to deal with. But the real stress comes after work. I know that working moms all face stress. I start getting ready for work at 6:45 am, and I get home (if I am lucky) at 5:30. That means that nearly eleven hours out of the day I am committed to work, getting ready for it, or driving to/from it. Then the real job starts when I get home. Fortunately, my parents help immensely, but this year seems incredibly hard to keep up with everything. P's 7th grade work has gotten more difficult. As I write this, I can hear my husband studying Social Studies with him. L. is already in bed - she has only coughed once since I started writing.....(let's hope for a good night).

Anyway, I digress....working full time is a handful. I am mentally exhausted when I get home. Most of the time, one of the kids has to go somewhere immediately when we get home, or they have to be picked up from somewhere. My parents usually make dinner for them, which is a true blessing so they don't eat sandwiches or fast food during the week. But D and I often skip dinner because by the time we actually get to sit down to eat, it's too late to do so! Ironing the kids clothes, reviewing homework, reviwing notes that come home from school...it's just so much to do, in so little time. Oh yes, play with the pets, bathe L. , try to straighten up the house (thank god for Clorox wipes), throw some laundry in, fold some laundry, and give a passing hug to D. every now and then just so he knows we are still married. Perhaps I am more overwhelmed than usual because of my one hour minimum a night commitment to P90X - a workout program six days a week. I always said that working out is a good stress reliever. But six days a week may be causing more than it is relieving. Let's hope for a bathing suit ready body by the time summer comes so I can say it will be worth it.

Off to read the lunch menus for the three schools and decide whom I have to make lunch for tonight! And do it all again tomorrow, thrown in with a Sabres game and drum lessons after work! Arrrghh!