Conspiracy Theory

Do you ever have days where it feels like everyone is out to get you and that they are all working together. I had one of those days. It started with another epic guilt trip from my mother, included a painfully long meeting at work and ended with an ethics test when a client's mother did not give him his medication.

By the end of the night I was over it. I get a call on my way home asking where Suga's pacifier is because she won't sleep without. It is at my parent's house and Husband wants me to get it on my way home. Thus, bringing me right back to the beginning of the crazy which overran my day.

I think I need a break, but I won't get one this weekend because I will be working. However, I am pretty sure that this will be my last weekend for a while. I say that knowing that I agreed to be on the schedule until the end of March. So, I will probably get to work today and find out I am scheduled to work every weekend in March- even the ones I did not put in for.

I could probably get over everyone else driving me crazy, but there is one person that I just do not understand being in on it. Me! More specifically,my abs. I have been working like crazy for the past few weeks and I am super excited to say that I am down one row of back fat. The crease is going away too. Yippee, but but my abs are still clearly on some kind of covert mission because I can't find them anywhere and that led me to a truly upsetting thought. What if I never see them again?

Is it too soon to give up hope? Maybe, but if I am going to have to work harder I just may have to quit on them. Right now I am doing 5 days a week and sometimes twice a day. If I don't see progress soon I will have to declare my abs the head of the conspiracy to make me crazy and put them on my terror list in the space currently reserved for my mother, directly above my children.

And while don't have a plan of action, I must be clear when I say I will not negotiate with terrorists.