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Man, isn't this the truth? I've got this magnet on my fridge and I have to admit, it's one of my favorites. I feel like, as a society, we spend every minute of every day rushing to the finish line, only to sleep, wake up and do it all over again.
That's at least how I spend my days. And WOW, do I get tired by Friday night. How does my day play out? I'm so glad you asked. Let's start at the beginning:
4:45am: wake up and slam alarm to snooze one time
4:52am: slam alarm again...final time, I SWEAR!
5:00am: drag myself out of bed, telling myself that if I pee in my bed, I will have a wet, grumpy husband and a big mess to clean up.
5:01am: morning pee (ah...hey, you asked)
5:02am: get dressed for the gym
5:10am: grab clothes for the day and go downstairs
5:20am: make a speedy breakfast (eggs and oatmeal), get crap to car, fill water bottle, grab delicious breakfast, sneak the dogs a few cookies before I depart
5:25am: leave for the gym
5:45am: teach fitness class
6:30am: shower and get dressed for the day
7:10am: leave the gym and hit Dunkin Donuts, then drive 45 minutes to work
8:00am-3:30pm: work a full day...through lunch...so I can leave and be on time for my third job
3:30pm: drive an hour to the dance studio
4:30pm-6:45 or 7:30pm: teach dance classes
8:00pm (I am usually home, give or take 30 minutes)
8:05pm: complain to Randy how tired I am, crab all around the house and eat something; walk Milly and Pip
8:30pm: shower
8:45pm: get on matching pajamas and brush teeth, remove contacts and brush hair
9:00pm: lay out clothes for the NEXT day, pack a lunch, crab a little more, play with Milly and Pip
9:30pm: go downstairs and watch tv until promptly passing out on the couch
10:45pm-2:00am (somewhere in this time frame): migrate upstairs, crab about having a stiff neck from being ill-positioned on the couch, sleep until the alarm goes off

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

Granted, every day isn't so "timely" but it's extremely close. I mean, you start your day off late and BAM! Screws your schedule up in a big kind of way.

Then comes Saturday. The day I magically morph into a college kid again...sleeping until noon, wallowing around in my pajamas until 2pm. Not the case for my ambitious and awesome husband, however. By noon, he has already walked Milly and Pip (twice), gone for a bike ride to the gym and back, made a dump run, cleaned the kitchen and probably graded papers or wrote a lecture (he is a professor or MATH). Then I feel bad because I am slack-tastic, and before I know it, it's Saturday night.

I am not really sure why I beat myself up like this...all I know is that I am grateful for a husband who is responsible for our furry babies so I can do all of these things. I am not bragging or complaining - just simply stating a fact. I am unsure how people with children do all these things. I would no doubt lose my mind or cry all the time or take an 18 year break at a nice nuthouse or something.

I guess I do it because I love it. I love my friends at the gym. They are great! We have such a character collection there, it makes it worth getting up in the morning. It's also nice to know that, when you drive almost 3 hours a day, you've already gotten your fitness on. Work-work is fine. I have good coworkers who work hard and are fun to be around. The population we serve is mostly great, but there are a few wild cards in the bunch. Every day is different and that is very important to me, someone who hates repetition (although, by looking at my day, you would call me a liar). Dance is my fun job. LOVE LOVE LOVE those little people!!!

And, after reading my schedule again to myself, I can only say that I wish I had a bed under my desk like George Costanza. But, since I don't, it is back to work for me.