The road to the weekend is paved with good intentions...

Has anyone else noticed that time is flying? Seriously. Every Monday I think, "This is going to be a long week." And every Friday I find myself saying, "How the hell is it already Friday?!" What's going on?!

As with everything else, I blame baby. Our day is broken into 2 hour chunks -- somehow that translates into go-go-go and once I stop to look up, it's 4:00 p.m. and the day has gotten away from me again. The good part about that is that we are closer to her bedtime. The bad news is we are also closer to my bedtime and after a brief rest, I get to do it all again. (Yes, I'm Superwoman)

I always have such high expectations for the week too. As I sit with my morning coffee on Monday morning, I am mentally compiling a list of all the wonderful and productive things I'm going to do during the week -- grocery shopping, exercising daily, fixing the car, cleaning out closets and garage, mani/pedi, painting the house, scrubbing the floors.... See, I have good intentions. Isn't it the thought that counts? (Ok, some of those may be a bit ambitious)

Realistically, I usually get through about 30%. (That's not too bad, really) Again, I blame baby. How dare she mix up my schedule! Doesn't she realize that I have things to do? It's her fault I stop to play! It's her fault she's so cute and fun! And it's definitely her fault that when I do get a free moment I just want to sit down! Judge all you want.... those nothing moments are the best.

I just have one question - All you mega-superwomen with multiple children....how do you get anything done?

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