Run Mamma Run!

Just when you thought, or I thought that there was only so much you could fit in a day...
I kicked off the day by forgetting to wake up. Of course my spouse overslept as well and my midgets decided that a Thursday (why do a weekend when we can actually "sleep in" aka wake up past 6:45 am?) was a good day to not wake up as well. Okay so I am frazzled and did not have time to go to the bathroom (hence the sleep all over my face) as I scrambled to grab bags, backpack, snacks, leave money for our twice monthly (bless her!) cleaning genius. F pulls up on Broadway by the farmers' market where we get scolded twice despite him saying "i am just dropping off"- those farmer ladies mean business. We bought three beautiful bouquets for M's teacher in the hopes that she will have a nice day if she butters them up:) J melts down at drop off because his beloved teacher is out (her daughter is sick) but I shove him in anyway because now that I have dropped off the 4 bags of crap I had in my room I NEED to run out to get coffee. Weird words with colleague before my first period class. Teach. Run down to chapel. Power Point on Truck or Treat to the little kids. This is a great project (like the UNICEF boxes we had as kids). I have a free hour (hence my blogging presence) as I anxiously wait for a woman to call me back to determine the day care fate of the unborn twins. Shit. She is not calling me in this slender window before Nursery Spanish (yeah! Get to see J in this class). Will have to cab it to Mt. Sinai for a cervix check (my 300th, we just want to make sure sure that the twins are not falling out, that there are no potential law suits brewing etc) and then back to school for three more classes, followed by sprint to church to pick up farm share (aka 30 lbs of organic delicious vegetables that I worry about eating in 48 hours before they rot), followed by a mini meeting to discuss my maternity sub, a medium meeting to discuss diversity at school and a major meeting (dreaded Thursday full faculty). MoJo will be yogaing and afterschooling it up until I grab them and hopefully an M4 (otherwise cab again- CRAP- hate to waste my monthly) to get home and prep them... before 7pm when the lovely Y. comes over to babysit and F. and I go to the Met to see Rigoletto. I really hope it is a slamming opera otherwise it seems unlikely that I will survive the 3 hours. Anyway, that is me. What are you up to today? I am at 21 weeks (17 more to go max) in this pregnancy and I feel great. No complaints. I might be addicted to being busy.