Three Days in One

I have no idea what day it is. Plus, I have no idea how many more days are left in my week!!

Yesterday I felt like I had lived three days in one day. It started off innocently enough by me hitting "snooze" on my phone (I now have my phone on "sound mode" on my bedside table and figured out the snooze feature on it after we moved the girl out of our room - you can't expect me to actually get my butt out of bed in the mornings, can you? Just ask my mom how hard it is to get me out of bed in the mornings...) Where was I? Ah yes, I hit snooze for about a half an hour, then turned off the alarm, and eventually woke up at 6:15. And I need to leave the house at 6:30 to get to work on time.

No big deal, as I said before, the project is winding down and even though I have a few things to accomplish before the end of the week, I don't need to kill myself to get to work exactly on time and get the documents issued right away. Or so I thought.

Since I was still at home at 6:45, I answered the phone when it rang. It was the babysitter saying that her daughter was sick so she wouldn't be able to come to work today. Uh-oh. There are two documents that I needed to get done yesterday and the husband had an appointment, which he couldn't reschedule, with a tax accountant.

I immediately switched into "super-fast mode". I could go to work for a little while, take care of the two things I needed to do, come home, let the husband go to his meeting, then go back to work, if necessary.

I fly out the door and down to work. Work, work, work. Get one thing done. Go back home at 9:00, the kids have been fed and diapers changed, I change their clothes, take them to the park. Play, play, play. Come home, feed them lunch, get them settled down, take them upstairs for naps. Hubby gets home. I kiss him as I'm headed out the door. Come back to work at 3:00. Work, work, work. Finish the second thing and I'm out the door at 5:00.

I feel like I just lived three days in one! And the funny thing is, I got just as much accomplished in my 3 hours of work yesterday as if I would have been here the whole day. That saying about how work expands to fill the allotted time? It's true.

So, I guess today is Wednesday, but I'm not sure if I'm going to have to work on Friday this week, so I still feel discombobulated. And maybe I've had too much caffeine. And on top of that, my muscles are rebelling against the fact that I've now worked out 6 of the last 8 days. I'm kind of a mess...