Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Soo.. a bloggy friend sent me a quick note.. "How come I haven't posted lately?"....and I responded well.."I'm in a mood" and my response is below... which she simply stated.. 'well, that's a post'.. and that my friends is why I like her.. ! :)

My typical weekday.. I get up at 3:40am.. to get to gym by 4am.. (noone would ever consider me going to a gym - I'm, ahem, rather bodacious - yes- well there's a nice way of putting "that b!tch is packin pounds, man!").. Hell, I'm trying.. right?..
so then I come home, shower and off to work from 6:30am - 3pm.. drive home, help w/homework... ad-hoc laundry (like somebody's gym uniform,etc. ) cook dinner, then if it's
T-W-R, I have to go to either the twins' or C's basketball game at some point between 5:15 and 8pm......
then yell some more at kids to hurry up in the shower for the next person, and to please RINSE the soap OFF when in the shower, or your hair will be nasty!
.. then they'll tell me they need something for school the next day.. you know.. like 1.5 yrds of cotton fabric, 1 yrd of 1" elastic and mercerized cotton thread, so that I then can trudge off to Walmart at 8:30pm..(b/c I can't get across 2 towns to Joann Fabrics by 9pm!) dragging a 9yr old w/wet hair complaining she didn't get dessert !!!
I, apparently, am the worst Mom ever!
So.. hopefully.. as I close myself in to my bedroom (what my sons' call the 'womens sanctuary'), light my candles (kim - stop giggling) I hope to finish the Cobblestone for hubby. (got the body and one sleeve done!)

4 comments:

kim said...

I was giggling - a little... I think "hubby" should be knitting YOU a Cobblestone! Next post - the "slanket."

a friend to knit with said...

really. up at 3:40? 4 am workout?
oh i gotta go to bed now.
and all moms must scream during shower time. i think that is a prerequisite. :)
knit on!

MadMad said...

Hahaha - it's just as good the second time! Or "scary." That's probably the better word...

MadMad said...

Me, again! I had to come back to tell you that I was thinking of you last night as I ended up GETTING INTO THE SHOWER with my daughter to explain just how to get the junk out of one's hair.

She did not appreciate my efforts.

Me, either, for that matter.