I'm a Cult of Pro-duc-tiv-ity!

It is amazing how when you really want something to happen, like the scrapbooking retreat I leave for this afternoon, how no lack of sleep or insane schedule can stop you.

• 7:45 – 10:30 p.m. Make foolish trip to bunco night across my street, even though I had nothing ready for my scrap retreat.


• 11:15 p.m. Make 2 egg/sausage casseroles while trying to improve oneself by watching Oprah.


• 12 a.m. Finish making casseroles, finish watching Oprah, don’t feel like any better of a person, but am glad Kirstie Alley wasn’t on in her bikini again.


• 12:30 a.m. Finally crash and go to sleep


• 6:14 a.m. Hubs second alarm wakes me up. Can’t return to sleep.


• 6:34 a.m. Give up and get up and get ready. Make son’s lunch, check his backpack, eat breakfast, wash a few dishes.


• 7 a.m. Wake son up and get him going, get daughter up and get her dressed.
  
• 7:15 a.m. Get breakfasts for the kids, while they eat, pack the car up and gather flowers/vase for teacher birthday surprise.


• 7:45 a.m. Load up the kids, drive to son’s school, collect flower from each student to give to teacher for birthday, arrange in vase and leave the card. Drop class photos CD in the yearbook box.


• 8:10 a.m. Leave school, swing by house to pick up workout towel, drive to gym.


• 8:30 a.m. Check daughter into childcare, workout fiercely and frantically.
Pay homage to The Black-Eyed Peas for a great running song for the treadmill.

• 9:30 a.m. Get daughter from childcare.


• 10 a.m. Return home, let daughter watch Go Diego Go while I wash dishes.


• 10:20 a.m. Make hummus for retreat, let daughter help run the food processor.


• 10:45 a.m. Survive the hummus debacle without too many disasters, take daughter upstairs to play with her babies.


• 11:20 a.m. Curse self for forgetting to register son and husband for their weekend campout while at the gym. @#$@#$!!!! Realize will have to make a quick jaunt there at some point in the afternoon to pay for campout. Note to self: you knew things were going WAY too smoothly, didn’t you?


• 11:30 a.m. Make daughter and self lunch.


• 12 p.m. Realize your still in your gym clothes from the morning, due to the odorous cloud that is surrounding you as you move. Put daughter down for nap and take shower.


• 12:30 p.m. Finish getting ready, pack up clothes for retreat.


• 1 p.m. Live up to suburban housewife stereotype (minus the bon bons) by relaxing on couch and watching Days of Our Lives (a guilty DVR pleasure). Make note to buy bon bons the next time at the grocery store. Make CD of workout music to dazzle friends with your eclectic and bizarre musical tastes.


• 2-3:15 p.m. Load car, ice down cooler, pack daughter for spend-the-night at her Aunt’s house. Print out map and cabin information.


• 3:30 Get son off of school bus.


• 3:45 Dash to gym to pay camping fee. @#$@#!
  
• 4:15 Last minute clean of house and check for anything missed.


• 4:30 Get emergency call that my sister is in the hospital again with a problem with her appendix most likely. Worry between frantically rushing around.
  
• 5 p.m. Out the door—off for relaxation and rejuvenation...if I am not worrying about my sister!