Apparently I have been letting myself go.  I didn’t realize.  I mean, I guess I did but… I didn’t REALLY realize.

MR. BOB NOTICED ME TODAY.

That is how low I have sunk. MR. BOB, people!

Mr. Bob is my children’s bus driver.  He is about 700 years old.  He is mean.  He is cranky.  He yells a lot.  He is retiring to Phoenix this June.  He says he is over the whole kid thing.

So, today, like any other day, I walked my boys to the bus stop.  As they were loading on to the bus I noticed Mr. Bob waving his hands about his head.  He was looking straight at me.  He kept motioning around his head.  I just figured he had finally gone stark raving mad.

Then he YELLED out, “Fixed your hair today?”

Oh. My. God.

He was talking to me…. BECAUSE I DID MY HAIR.

“Um, yeah.  I got a new job.”

“Whoopie!!!”

Oh yes he did.  He yelled WHOOPIE.

The 700 year old mean-as-a-snake bus driver was excited for me BECAUSE I BRUSHED MY HAIR.

I have nothing else to say.

I thought that it would take me at least two weeks before I had some good ole fashioned working mom experiences to blog about.  I was so wrong.

I don’t even start my new job until April 1st.

This kind of mania right off the bat is a new record, even for me.  I’m kind of in awe.  Talk about having to juggle work and family!

So,  I start my new job on Wednesday.  (Yes, April Fool’s Day – how appropriate!) We (me, hubby and boys) are scheduled to go out of town three days  into it to visit my in-laws.  It’ll be a quick visit.  Unfortunately, I can no longer leave town early on a Friday.  It is my first week.  I’m not asking off early. And, due to my marathon training, we have to return immediately on Sunday so that I can get a 20 mile training run in.

My newly-aquired-after-school-provider goes on vacation the very next day (Monday) leaving me scrambling to find a neighbor  kind enough to watch the boys on Monday and Tuesday.  Well, Wednesday and Thursday the kids will have to head to their grandparents for a visit because (you guessed it) they are off for Spring Break.  Friday they will be at home with me.  (Thank goodness, I’m off for the holiday.) Sunday, as you know, is Easter.

The very next day (Monday) Jedi and Ninja will visit another friend’s house while their father and I head back to work .  Tuesday the kids return to school, while I fly out to California for three days on business.  Due to my husband’s work schedule that week, my parents will be staying at our house for two days to help him out while I am training.

Did I mention the fact that we are scheduled to have company as well?  My college roommate and her family fly into town on Friday around 2:00pm for a weekend visit.  I fly in the same day but, my plane doesn’t get in until 6:00pm.  Everyone will beat me home…. the kids, the husband and my guests.

So I am thinking that it is indeed appropriate that I start my new gig on April Fool’s Day.  Hopefully it will remind me not to stress and take life so seriously.

I’m in a state of panic. Totally NOT where I want to be at the moment.

As I have mentioned, I’m going back to work.  Now, honestly, I’ve always been a “working mom” but the difference now is that I will be reentering the 9-5 sit in an office and act like a big girl around your co-workers kind of job.

For the past year and a half I have been an independent contractor working more project to project then continuously.  Some months were furiously busy.  Some were aggravatingly slow.  The perk was that I set my own daily schedule.

But all that is about to change, which is why I am in a panic.  Not because I am dreading it…. OH NO!  It is because I decided that I would spend my last week “getting organized.”

Getting organized to ME means cleaning up the house, making sure the laundry is done and having a family plan in place for the next week when I begin my new job.

Apparently, “getting organized” to my husband means pulling everything out of EVERY closet and then systematically putting it all back neatly in place.  I call that spring cleaning. NOT exactly what I had in mind.

He is obsessed… read more here…

Tony Horton.  I hate you, but I love you.

You are killing me.

I can’t blame anyone but myself.  I am the one who had the brilliant idea to order the package.  I urged my husband to get on board the P90X train last year after we had been training using the Body for Life plan.

My husband loves it.  I hate it.  (In a manner of speaking.)

Tony is killin' me.

It is HARD friends.  I use the bands because I still can not do all of those pull ups.  I feel sorry for my husband, he is wiped after his workout.  Least favorite?  Ab Ripper X.   It is evil and yet, it is probably responsible for my core strength thus translating into better long runs.

Okay, fine.  It is a good program.  I admit it.  I just don’t have to like it…

This is NOT what I look like while running.  Especially today.

Today’s run was really, really hard.  No idea why.  Most of the time if I can just get past that pesky three mile mark then I am golden.  After that the miles just fly by.

But alas, this morning I hit four miles and I was more than done. Now I am cranky.  I just want to get back on the treadmill and show that sucker who is boss.  Which of course, I can’t do.  The kids are due home in 15 minutes followed by their father.

Hubby and I are actually scheduled to hit the weights tonight.  Entire body.  (Ugh, at least it is not a P90X day.  That was last week.) I know weight lifting is  excellent for cross-training but for some reason all I want to do is put on my headphones and run the stress away.  I just need that outlet.  Maybe I will try again when the kids go to bed.  That might make me feel better.

Or maybe I’ll just eat some ice cream.