Eff YOU, Monday!!

It has been a Monday. Like the Monday of all Monday's. Like I don't just have a case of the Monday's, but this Monday effing attacked me.

Remember how when you were little and you had been on Thanksgiving or Christmas break and you stayed up late and slept in and maybe even took a nap since you were out of school? Then the Sunday before school started your mom made you go to bed early (or atleast on time) because you had to be up early and get back on your schedule? Remember this?? Well...it happened to me last night. Me and J have been staying up late (watching CMT...I am pretty sure someone poisoned me and this is my reasoning behind the CMT watching) and B-Nasty had been staying up later and sleeping in. Which was FAB. Until last night. Bowen went to bed on time, with no fight. I went to bed at 9:30 (don't judge me..my plan was to get up before 6 and go to the gym), but of course...couldn't sleep. And then when I did sleep I was waking up ALL the time. So...I am working on, like 4 hours of sleep.

Then at 5:30 this morning the elephant of an upstairs neighbor clomped up and down the stairs 5 times. 5 times!!! This woke me up, as well as Bowen. So Bowen was rolling around, snuggling me, playing with my hair, stealing my covers, whispering. Anyways...I re-set my alarm to 6:20...due to my lack of sleepn the gym was not happening..and tried to ignore Bowen until I HAD to get up. The ignoring did not go so well, so really I got up at 5:30.

All was well until I tried to put my make up on. Of course, my new eye shadow was not as wonderful as I thought it would be. Then I sat my make up bag on the counter only for it to fall all over the ground. I tried to get dressed and after trying on 5 outfits, the first one 3 times, realized nothing was going to look good on these extra 5 pounds that I have gained. And thats when I noticed I had to pack Bowen's lunch, brush his teeth, get him dressed, and get us both out of the door in 5 minutes.

Bowen threw a fit when I told him he had to go potty and brush his teeth. This involved me taking the iPod he was so quietly playing. Which led to the tempter tantrum of 2010. I drug him into the bathroom and tried to brush his teeth while he gagged and retched bc he was crying and being a royal pain in the ass. He actually got dressed with no problem, but then we couldn't find his shoes. So the clock was ticking and I should have been leaving while Jason and I searched for shoes. Jason found them and Bowen took off...shutting himself in our bathroom. WTF. I get him dressed and we go to daycare. Just a few minutes behind schedule.

Bowen has been out of school for 9 days. And thats a lot for him. He hates the mornings and he ALWAYS always ALWAYS cries as soon as we get to school. So today was no different. He clung to my leg and bawled and bawled. And then when I sat him on the ground and tried to get him to play blocks he crawled under a table to cry. So I was like well..shit...what can I do? And got ready to leave, I turned around for one last look and this little shit of a 3 yr old ran to Bowen and ROARed at him. Like a dinosaur. This sent Bowen into a MASSIVE fit. Like with blood curdling cries. I wanted to go over to that kid and push him, face first, onto the ground. WTF kid?! I mean Bowen wasn't doing anything to him! BUT I sucked it up and walked out.

After that I needed a drink of Diet Pepsi. I pull the tab and it sprays everywhere. So there I was...in the preschool parking lot...with pepsi dripping down my mirror and in my hair, holding my hand out the window with a cold Diet Pepsi in it, while it finished spraying. Did I mention it was 37 degrees outside? I was pretty sure my hand was going to freeze to the can, like a tongue would freeze to an ice cold pole. (haha Just pictured the scene from A Christmas Story)

So...I needed a Diet Pepsi...and gas. I stopped at the convenience store and got gas and a much needed caffeine fix and was on my merry way. I plug in my iPod...and its being a touchy little biotch today. (You have to have the cable in it just a certain way or one speaker goes out and it has all this static...I need a new iPod) So I am fighting with the damn iPod all the way to work, trying to get my morning jam on so I can make it till lunch time. You see...if I don't get my morning jam, my mood is terrible.

I got to work and was taking my lunch to the fridge and reached in to find my apple. For a mid-morning snack, ya know? And it wasn't in there. I go to the car to see if it rolled out of the bag. No apple. WTF. So I left my triscuits, that are for my lunch mind you, at my desk, just in case. About 10 I grab a triscuit. It is hard as a rock. No shit. I might have broke a tooth on it. SO...not only was my snack gone, but my lunch wasn't going to work out either.

Anyways...the rest of the day has gone ok. I have a Pampered Chef party tonight. I have never been to one of these so I am not sure what to expect. And I need to go the gym...work off some steam...and bread and pumpkin pie. But that will just have to wait till tomorrow. Anyways, the day has gotten better, but it hit me like a ton of bricks. I am not a morning person. The days need to be a little gentler in the mornings and about 10 can come at me full force.