Monday is my worst day ever. I always hit the ground running first thing in the morning. As the HO™ - also known as the Home Office - I do everything.
Mondays are busy because that is generally the day I spend at the market, re-stocking for the upcoming week of lunches and dinners.
I was running late and then I got a phone call from my MIL. She and her husband were nearby and they wanted to pop by to drop off Sissy's birthday present.
Ok, I hadn't showered yet and I wasn't ready for company, but I jumped into action and did my thing. I was presentable by the time they reached my front door, but how is that right? You just call an hour ahead to drop in on people? Not cool.
Their visit was short and sweet. They gave Sissy a Yo Gabba Gabba boom box toy, which she loves (mom and dad and Buddy also liked it! It's a neat show).
Then, I had to get the store and stock up. When I was finished, I realized that once again, I had not eaten all day (this was 2pm). That's typical for me.
The evening was not much more relaxed. I had laundry, forms to fill out, and other duties (financial things I opt to not discuss). Whew!
I normally don't like my shape, so I opt for this garb: