Yes, this is going to be my last blog. You all don't need to know how much candy I ate, my pooping experiences, whether or not I love my children, what hurts this time; ass, knee or shoulder, if I have my period or not and to see how crazy Stacia Cardillo's life really is. As you all have been reading, my life is nuts, the kids drive me crazy, I "do too much" and I never shower. Just like all of you! I have no goals set to be blogging about and my blog turned into a bitch session about my life. In a nutshell we are all experiencing the same things; weight problems, kids, cravings, jobs etc.
So I will leave you with this last entry to my blog:
Woke up to find the refrigerator totally broken. Okay then! The meat from the "broken freezer" was being stored in the fridge and now the fridge is broken. Time to eat everything in sight and cook up all the meet. My morning was spent getting the kids ready for school and packing up coolers with ice (Todd hit the store) and making sure things get put away in the coolers to stay somewhat chilled. What else can happen? Really! Once everything is situated I brought the kids to the bus stop and hit the gym for my WOD.
WOD = 100 yard swim, 10 squats, 10 pushups 10X's. OMG! I have not swam since July 24th which is actually the New London Sprint Tri. Can you tell I have my priorities straight. Let's just say it hurt really bad. I could not get my breathing down, arms were sore and the pushup piece totally sucked. When I was done it was nice to know that I swam 1000 yards, 100 squats and 100 pushups. Yippy me!
In the car to get T at school to bring to DR for a shot. Back to the school and home for a quick lunch. Fed R and back out the door to meet Todd at Lowes to buy a fridge. Back home to make sure our measurements are correct and we were off by a "c" hair. Damn fridge we wanted would not fit. Shit! Back to looking online and find another one that is most likely smaller in size but will fit into our cabinet area. My kids are eating me out of house and home.....I need the mama jamma fridge!
Put R down for nap and I headed into the kids bathroom to paint. Yeah me! Now let me set the scene for you; I pull out an old t-shirt to paint in. Decided to take off my shorts so I would not ruin them. Now I'm in the t-shirt and my underwear. Hair is tied back in a semi-pony tail that looks like a fucking bird landed on my head. Barefoot and 1/2 naked I start painting. I'm sweating since there is no air in the bathroom, paint all over my legs/t-shirt/arms. Bending over and getting all the cracks and touching up all the trim work. Time to pull out the big roller. Sweat is still pouring down my face, I get the roller ready and I start finishing up the paint job. How could painting a small bathroom be so messy? Finished rolling, found the white ceiling paint to touch up some spots on the ceiling. Time to let it dry.
Downstairs to throw some chicken in the oven so it won't go bad. Some computer work, kids come home time to head back upstairs. This is when I can't get anything done because everybody is bitching and moaning downstairs. It is sickening! Back on my hands and knees in my underwear and t-shirt that is now loaded with paint. Time to caulk the toilet. Caulking the base of the toilet bowl because I told the plumber that I could do it. No need for him to come back and charge us more. Sweating again, caulk job is done.....time to clean the bathroom to put the accessories on tonight or tomorrow. Cleaned toiled, new counter top, scrubbed the shower from top to bottom and scrubbed the bathroom floor via my hands and knees. I'm fucking done at this point. Shorts go back on and take the kids outside (they obviously cannot play with each other when an adult is not around. They have no fucking clue how to act nice to each other). Time to pitch some balls to L and R while Trinity is doing crafts on the table on the back deck.
What is happening now? It is 5:50 p.m., husband is not home yet, kids are covered in paint (I'm not shitting you....I'm having them strip down naked before they get into the house it is that bad) and I need to start supper......Taco's tonight! I'm such a "calgon take me away" commercial it is pathetic.
Is it bed time yet? Maybe I'm thankful that tomorrow is a work day!
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