Wish it were Wednesday, I think...

Monday night wasn't any better than Sunday night. My "sweet little angel" was in her usual form. "No mommy, I don't want to" or "Mommy go get me a drink." Am I her Mom or her personal assistant. Sigh! How much longer until she is 4. I want my sweet little baby back. :) I even told someone this morning that I thought about calling Child Services - cause I was a bad mommy and didn't know how to take care of my 3 year old.

Enough self-pitty.

Made it to the gym today for my body blast class. Amber, my instructor is now being called a cyborg. She is the little energizer bunny (you get the idea). I did ok keeping up, but would have to say this was not my best class. I just don't think I put my all into it today. I really need to work harder - the end of October will be here faster than I know, and I would like to look nice for my 1st real vacation in 5 years. Anyway, going to go back tomorrow and try to workout for 30 min on the elliptical tomorrow.

Well, at least tomorrow Dave comes home from St. Louis and he can help with the girls tomorrow night. Too bad the Cards come back to town on Thursday. I could use a day to rest. LOL!

I want to send out positive thoughts to Julie as she gets ready for her first round of Chemo. Good Luck Julie!