My Roaring Twenties

I have such a long week ahead of me. I need to be at work for 7 am. Normally this would be a hassle, but do-able. This week I have D. all week. He's right inbetween the ages of Thing 1 and Thing 2. 18 or so months. When he's there, my day is HARD. My day is LONG. I come home stressed and miserable.

But after this week, and the lovely paycheck I'm planning on getting, I am going to be serious and tell them I can no longer watch D with the girls. Its just too much. I need to look out for myself and the girls, and basically it just doesn't work when he's there. Naptime is SO horrendous. (Last time the girls only slept for 40 minutes....when usually it's 2 - 2.5 hours) And D. has some issues with hitting/kicking & basically just being a toddler boy. =\

So All this week I'll be getting up before the sun, at a lovely 5 am so that I can do the responsible thing and take care of myself. I can eat, do my vest and do my meds. Speaking of which, it's so early I forgot to do my inhaled meds. They've been staring at me, and now I'll be late. Oh, it's already one of those days.