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Carpe... something.... Mondays suck

I think we can all agree that motivation on a Monday is a rare thing to come across and the little bit that you can muster for the day must be spread between work and home.  For quite some time now, I've been blissfully ignorant with home life and not getting much accomplished after arriving home from my ridiculous days.  Today, I clocked out after 8.5 hours and headed home to get some shit done.

And I did!

I really did.

I learn new things about myself all the time, but I already know that the moment my ass makes a connection with the couch -- that's it.  I'm literally done for the day and doing nothing more with myself.  Chances are also high that I'm in my sweatpants when this occurs.

Behold.  Today I came home and did laundry (lots of it) and got dinner together, made coffee for the morning and *gasp* may even clean the bathrooms.  I fully realize how sad it is that I"m excited about accomplishing so little, but yesterday pretty much didn't happen for me.  I sat/laid around all day with a stomach ache and overall laziness.  In short, I had to catch myself up for being such a pile of shit yesterday.

This weekend will be equally busy so I really need to keep it together and accomplish things during the week.  Saturday morning/afternoon we'll be busy packing and moving two of my classrooms at work and what not.  I say what not because nothing ever goes to plan with this crap and who knows what we'll actually have to deal with upon arrival.  That evening we're headed to South Milwaukee (what.  what.) to celebrate my aunt & uncle's 30th wedding anniversary.  Seriously?  30 years?  They must have a poop bathroom.  Congratulations to them -- I can't wait to celebrate their love and marriage this weekend with all of our family.

There's a slight chance we'll be back at work on Sunday with the packing and moving and such as the rooms need to be ready by Monday so I can open the center as a fabulous infant toddler two center!  Woo!  Anyone bored this weekend should call me.  Donate your time and talents.  Be a team player.  I may be willing to thank people with adult beverages if it keeps me from having to be at work 7 days this week.  Mull that over all of you do-gooders and let me know.

Does anyone else wish it was football season?
I can't wait to watch the Packers this season.  I'm ready.
Found this little nugget on Pinterest the other day & thought I'd share the love:






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