Motivated Monday

Hello everyone,
I am blogging a bit later than usual this evening as I have been running around all day like a demented you tuber on a cleaning vlog. I am so tired right now but if I don't type about my day, I'll break the habit and probably abandon yet another activity.
The baby wakes at 6 30am this morning and so I have no excuse and after feeding him, I pull on the ole lycra leggings and runners and start lepping around the place to Lucy Windham  Reed's 10 minute HITT workout and her 7 minute Drop a Dress Size Challenge. I race back and over the upstairs landing as I cannot seem to jog on the spot without feeling my lower bits threaten to prolapse. I hear the complaints downstairs of the thundering noise overhead but I am a woman on a mission. Energised after my 17 minute workout, I run down the stairs so fast I nearly hit the wall head on. I wake the kids; lay out uniforms; fill a bath for Child#5; chase Child#2  in to the shower; roar at Child#1 to get in the shower upstairs and to correct his bloods (his blood sugars are super high again); put on a load of laundry and put the other load in the dryer and run back up the stairs to check the baby. The baby is wide awake and smiling happily so I take him downstairs and put him in his bouncer. I shampoo and rinse Child#5 hair and hurry her out of the bath. My husband feeds Child#1, 2 and 3 while I blow dry Child#5 hair. Child#4 does not have to go to school because of his surgery. I'm feeling adventurous so I french braid my daughter's hair. My husband leaves early to get his van DOE'd. My mother in law minds the baby and Child#4 while I do the school run. I have no time to change or do make up or brush hair. I hope I do not meet anyone. I arrive at the school and feck it anyway, the teacher comes down to the car to ask about Child#4. I try to hide behind the car door but all to no avail.

I hurry home to peel potatoes and fry mince to make shepherd's pie. I offered to feed my Dad too as he's hopeless in the kitchen and my Mom has gone away.
I make pancakes all morning for the kids afer school. I go to town to do the shopping, collect insulin and treat Child#4 to his cream bun.
I speed home again to pick Child#5 up from school. I just have time to put away the shopping before leaving again to pick up Child#2 and 3. I feed them, feed baby and put on more potatoes. I can't face peeling them so decide to boil them in their jackets. I ask Child#2 to mind the baby while I run up to the crossroad to pick up Child#1. I warn him not to pick the baby up and to just talk to him in the bouncer.
Child#1 arrives on the school bus but forgets his hoodie. I chase the bus driver over the road but he doesn't see us. We wait the few minutes for him to return back our way and get the hoodie. I race home to find Child#2 marching up and down the hall with the baby. He practically throws the baby at me and returns to the TV.
I feed Child#1 and check my potatoes. They have turned to mush and I burn my hands trying to take peels off to turn them in to mash. I lift my son's school bag off the kitchen table and strain my wrist that I have been weeks trying to fix at physio.
I fold some clothes and make the kids do their homework. My husband arrives home complaining of pain in jaw. I get the younger kids ready for bed and then have a quick bath to sooth my aching wrist though my husband asked why I couldn't just soak it in the sink. I nearly faint when I come out of the bath to see my husband's face. It has doubled in size and is all distorted. I ignore his pleas to leave it and I ring the Doctor on Call. My husband is currently out there now getting penicillin for an abscess on his tooth. I am going to go to sleep now if baby is in agreement!
Tomorrow will involve an early start and rugby and music lessons!
Goodnight.