The Day That Will Drag On Forevah

I'm tired.

I'm tired and I don't want to be here today.

I'm tired, I don't want to be here today, and the day will not end.

That is, of course, because today is Child Free Day! As soon as I get outta here, I just have to stop at home, get re-prettified, and take the kids to my mom's apartment. Which means I'm excited. And when I'm excited, the day goes on and on and on.

CB and I are going to Talledega Nights tonight. Then we will be home by 10 and in bed (sleeping) because we are old and tired and a couple of fuddy-duddies.

Then tomorrow is shopping day! For the sole purpose of eating at Space Aliens. Now, if you don't live near one of these, you are missing out! The food is fantastic and the kids are thoroughly entertained for the entire time. Plus, there's a game room so horray for bribery! After we eat there, we'll probably jump over to the outlet malls because the incredibly shrinking me needs new clothes!

I never thought THAT would happen. After I had the kids, I ballooned up and I figured I would just stay there. Because even though my mom is tall and skinny, both of my grandmas were short and not so skinny. A fine quality in a grandma, but in a 26 year old who still insists she can shop in the "cool" stores? Not so much. So I started a workout routine that I stuck to during the school year. And I will probably go back to it once school starts again. I've dropped two whole sizes since February and I keep going! Can we say woo-freaking-hoo?!

But now, I must go back to the boring-ness of work. And try and find something to make the day go faster. Because I am DYING!

Edited to add: I just got a phone call from daycare. Diva isn't feeling well. So if she doesn't perk up tonight, the whole thing may just get shot to hell. And my head might explode. Stay tuned, y'all.