You guys, I have such a long day.
Last night when I put on my pajamas, I was horrified to discover that the Old Navy pajama bottoms I bought right after I had Cooper in an extra size up so they'd be comfy are TIGHT in the ASS. So I set my alarm for 5:30, so I could work out before going to campus. Where I planned to go early, so that I could get a bunch of shit done before a morning meeting.
Instead, Ben and I dealt with Assorted Life Bullshit via email before the kids went to school.
I also encountered the children on my way up from working out and got tangled up in making their breakfast, and this unexpected duty and the email chain I stumbled into did not make for a tidy morning.
I ended up racing to campus with wet hair and barely enough time to go to Whole Foods for a curried chicken wrap on my way in (but I made time for that stop because I am obsessed with those things right now-- so good).
Then, you guys, after my meeting at 9:30, I worked straight until 6:30. I did eat my chicken wrap-- in my office while I worked on the online classes I teach adjunct at a career college.
I met with colleagues. Met with undegrads. Met with grad students. Wrote a course proposal that took most of my afternoon. Conducted a staff meeting. Went back to my office afterwards and prepped tomorrow's class.
SUCH a long day.
And I didn't even have time to blog, write my NanoWriMo book, or work on my Dear Baby journal which does not have a snowball's chance in hell of being full if I keep going at this rate.
It's like I am a grown up. Blech.