Well I'll start this out with a confession - I did NOT get to do my walking yesterday, my evening was just too packed. Well, that, and somewhere after rolling out of bed my brain fell out of my head and I spent literally the entire day three steps behind whatever my body was actually doing. No particular reason for it, either, but I was dazed and exhausted. I barely got bread baked in the afternoon, and was late to my evening engagement (a bible study at a friend's home). It was not pretty, I am grateful to my long suffered husband for helping me and understanding his wife had been replaced with a mannequin with the reasoning capabilities of a mentally challenged midge fly.

Anyway, the night was further challenged when I set about locating a receipt for a fiber arts customer who I have been having LOADS of stressful shipping issues with, only to find it had literally disappeared into thin air. Not only is that problematic for HER to deal with the post office and lack a pdf of that receipt, but now MY records don't match for tax time, because I do not have proof I dropped that money on the postage between my bank records and my physical records file. It's maddening, and knowing I have to search all day for it and probably STILL won't find it is absolutely ruining my day, and it's barely started!

Then there's a longer standing situation of chiropractic and the HORRIDLY early appointments I have to schedule for my husband's convenience. I have been seeing a wonderful chiropractor three days a week for the past two weeks to help with my pregnancy-related back and hip problems. It's great.

What's not so great? The appointments are at 7:00 am. Peter drops me off, runs back home to stay with the sleeping kids, and then picks me up about 15-20 minutes later before going to work. In the meantime, I have to wake at 6:00 to get ready for them, and then go back to sleep (children willing!) once I get home. It wouldn't be such an issue except we have had such late nights (poor Peter) and those early mornings are KILLING me. I am getting so little sleep, not to mention it is throwing off my weight loss patterns, having to weigh much earlier in the day or after I have eaten something. It's just a mess.

The pain relief is worth it, sure, but it's a lot of days to wake three hours earlier than normal, whilst going to bed two hours LATER than intended.

All of this has added up to a no good, very bad day for me. Blargh. And it's just begun. Again.

*sigh*