Running

I am always on-the-go.  From the moment I wake to the moment I rest my head against my pillow, I don't stop.  I am a taxi driver, queller of tears, adventure maker, phone answerer, friend, card sender, list maker, errand runner, laundry do-er, dinner /lunch maker, dish cleaner, story reader........... and that doesn't include what I do for ME.  Next, add in things like going to birthday parties, play dates and meetings.... (kinda tired from writing that.....) 

I worry that I will run myself ragged but I haven't figured out how to do everything I want without eventually doing just that.  Until I figure it out, things like this will keep happening.:

I leave work yesterday and I get a call from my boss; "Did you leave that check for so&so?". "No, we didn't finalize that......".  " Are you far?  Can you do that? He's on his way."  "sure..."   So I backtrack and return to grab the check and tape it to the door and get back to the gym as fast as I can.  My gym time is on a strict schedule most days because I have to pick my daughter up before daycare closes so every second counts.  Somehow, I got in a great workout.  Every machine or weight was available when I wanted to use it and I even had no issues in the "dirty boy" section of the gym. (I will refer to this in future posts so let me explain...the 'dirty boy' area is the free-weight area of the gym where you are looked at like you have lobsters on your head if you dare use it and not have boy parts.  Frustrating because you feel like everyone is watching you, but equally as frustrating because many of the boys either don't know what they are doing or they are spending 15 minutes between sets farting around on their cellphone, therefore, you will never get to use the machine/ weight they are using)  I left the gym in a hurry to get to daycare on time.  Of course, it is the one night that Giada decides that she wants to do her homework at home, and I had already planned to go grocery shopping so I knew the night would be chock full already.  Throw in something else?  Why not?

When she's helpful, she's really helpful and I steered the cart around the store as she read and crossed off what we needed as we we went.  Smooth sailing with the exception of it taking twice as long as I'd planned but all in all, not a big deal.  We got to the register and Giada assisted with putting things in categories on the belt.  You know....veggies together, cold foods, boxed, cleaning supplies, etc.  As we were waiting for the person ahead of us to finish, I pulled out my bank card and made sure I had my keys easily accessible.  It was our turn and if you don't want to wait forever for the cashier to bag your items, you need to do it yourself.  I started bagging and saw that she was finished ringing pretty quickly.  Pretty impressive since I had to say  "they are po-blan-os" six times before she got it.  Just have to swipe my card and....ummmm....it's where?  I searched the pockets on my fleece, checked the waistband of my gym pants & looked on the floor as I said over and over, " I JUST had it".  Out comes the purse.  I stood there with the contents of my purse scattered all over, looking thru folded up pieces of paper, tossing lipgloss and gum in the pile with the cord for my phone, a few pens and my sunglasses.  I was panicked and embarrassed.  In my head, I was already cancelling the card.  I kept telling the cashier that it would be somewhere stupid.   As I was apologizing to the extremely patient lady behind me in line ( the one with 4 items) I pulled my phone out of my pocket and found that pretty green card snugly tucked against the screen , fitting perfectly between the edges of the case.  "I TOLD you!  I Told you it would be somewhere stupid!"